Lena Townsend Poet Personification

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

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John Freeman December 9, 2009 at 11:22 AM Awesome, that old kitchen chair as seen the best times ever. Best of luck, Sis, Sincerely, Love, Moses

Janis Aldred December 8, 2009 at 9:03 PM :) This is great!!! Best of luck to you, and thank you so much for your comments on my poems...very inspiring!!

Colleen Bono December 5, 2009 at 6:03 PM I posted a christmas poem

Doris Culverhouse November 30, 2009 at 5:21 PM best of luck, nicely written!!

William Kershaw November 29, 2009 at 11:22 PM Lolita, this sounds like it was written in my kitchen. By my good old chair. Well Done and best of luck in the contest. Thanks for your kind comment on my work. Always, Will