The Classroom Table

The gray table stretches across the room, filling the empty space.

Its wooden surface is so old…yet so smooth like shining silk.

The corners are yearning to remember all the books that were placed on its surface all these years. The smell of coffee students placed on its surface, brings back precious memories. The coffee stains are still there serving as a reminder of the stress and pressure that this table absorbed.

The iron legs of the tables struggle to forget the kicking and the restless feet hidden under the table. The weathered metal still remembers all the signs it witnessed as students cheated on exams.

The carved love messages and hearts on its surface protrude on its fabric silky surface. Over all these years it still stands there like a mother watching its children growing up.