I am the load carrier
they come and sit upon my lap
sometimes taking a small nap
I am the oldie Chair.
I am never emtied
for they do not leave me alone
sharing on me an ice cream cone
nor am I ever pitied.
I hate Fat Paul
who lounge upon me with his packet of chipps
farting upon my stomach so deep
his size like a huge football.
Li'l Mary plays wid me
I am her kitchen and she the chef
cooking with her hand left
and making a cup of tea.
Grandpa reads the newspaper daily
reading aloud the words, I listen
to know the regular incidents
along with her daughter Shelly.
In the sun they take me at times
family breakfast at eight
or sometimes late
may be after nine.
I am a member since 50 years
when Grandpa bought me along with his bride
in a carrier of horse ride
I have seen my family's smiles and tears.
14 comments:
Very nicely done. I can easily visualize this old chair, through its lifetime with its family.
vivid and fun piece.
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Nice way of showing the life of a family through the worn but trusty rocking chair. Thanks!
nice. we have a rocker on our front porch...a load carrier...i wonder at the stories they could tell...smiles. nice one shot!
ahaaa that was funny, sweet and nice to read..happy one shot :)
I like very much how this was written, as "being" that chair, to be sat upon by someone with something to share of memories, good and bad. Great One Shot! ~April
If that chair could talk, the stories it could tell. You do an excellent poetic job doing so. Nice One Shot!
oh what a lovely idea - let the old chair talk...wonder what our old chairs would have to say...have to listen closely...nice one shot!
nice voice that u've given to the chair! and agree with Dustus, the stories the chair could share would be amazing :)
good One Shot..! :)
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Our furniture has its stories to tell, doesn't it? Fun poem.
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Nice One Shot!
The poetry lies between the lines. The story is in its details. The little things may make the largest impressions. Reflections of a chair. Good work. Thanks, Gay @beachanny
Ah, the degradation of it all--to be at the mercy of any old fart! Quite enjoyed this one!
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