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"
7 comments:
A place to be comfortable. And you can share it with your friends, four legged ones, they like it too.
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I love the picture and description. these boys are an absolute delight.
Nothing shabby here. I almost included my shabby futon in my poem.
Your couch looks so comfy. I love a couch (and a house!) with dogs in it. You are lucky to have two! I love the memories in this couch, nursing babies, holding an old dog, and oh! the Gorilla glue. Yikes! Loved this poem, and its memories.
Well written Magaret. Looks like a party on your sofa... :-)
Yes, just a "bit more." Loved your poem!!
A sofa is so filled with history... seemed like many of us went for furniture.
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