Shabby Chic
I've settled-in for morning's coffee
or an evening's movie a zillion times,
cushions still comfortable though worn;
held my babies as they sipped bottles,
learned to read, watched way too much Disney,
held an old, aging dog;
reborn as puppies toss about,
dislodge sleeping feline,
warm spot apparently not reserved.
New pillows at each end,
a face-lift of sorts,
run my hand over faded fabric
and bump where son dripped Gorilla Glue,
(I've still not recovered from that)
grant timeworn a bit more life.
by Margaret Bednar, May 2, 2019
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman - Celebrating the Ordinary"
