Mushroom Table Lamp

Her husband brought the mushroom table lamp home It was something he thought she could make into a poem She wrote it into a story, and it took a flight of its own. Taking flight like a colorful kite that adored being flown. He was thrilled that she liked it, she was thrilled with the gift. They had it for years, and never had even one little riff. Their son took it to his house when they went to Heaven. He and his wife followed their lead, and soon had offspring- seven. Each grandchild wanted their own mushroom table lamp. I heard this story from my weirdest cousin named Champ. This one was the original lamp, he told me that day. I hoped that someday one would be coming my way!