Old Kitchen Chair

Oh the stories that I can tell I remember them oh so well The children growing up so tall Winter, spring, summer, and fall The gatherings of family and friends The fights and marriages beginning to end Listening and supporting them one and all Being pushed and thrown down the hall The smell of dinners on the holidays The crying nights and brand new babes I have been there through thick and thin Saw some hard times and will again Through prayer meetings and a loving kiss There’s not one moment that I would miss My broken sides and saw cut seat Being splattered with sauce and meat I would not trade a single minute there A perfect life for this old kitchen chair Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend *For Matt Caliri’s “Speak Chair! Speak!” contest