Recycled Again
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
The couch, a central theme in room's décor
of hunter green, sky blue and dusty mauve,
served well for years as extra bed for guests,
a restful place for favored pet to nap,
and seat where Grandkids loved to watch cartoons.
Though loath to part with such a gem, we gave
the couch a home in daughter's basement den,
until son's wife gave notice of divorce
and he was forced to find a new abode.
He shopped and found the perfect couch and chair
but finance rate has caused him to desist.
Although the condo's empty rooms brought gloom
he put his dreams on hold, agreed to wait,
then claimed the sturdy couch to serve once more.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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