At the very end of these long, hard days,
When all the kids are quietly tucked away,
The dishes cleaned and shelved,
And done are the multiplications of
twelve,
You hold me in your arms
As I always give in to your charms.
With you I am finally worry free.
I can relax without any scrutiny.
At the end of my day you're alway there,
Oh how I love you, my 'ol comfy chair.
~SS
11/17/17
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Author:
SunSearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I sat down to finally take a load off last night and read my book for a minute before my eyes involuntarily closed, I realized this to be true and found it humorous. #truth
- Category: Humor
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SunSearcher,
Loved the surprise ending!
It did make me laugh! Very relatable. As I was reading it, I thought it would end differently! It reminded me of a story once I read to my children. If you’re not familiar with Vera B. Williams’s A CHAIR for MY MOTHER, you should give it a read! It’s a wonderful story!
I am not familiar with that. I'll check it out sometime. Thanks for the lovely comment 🙂
Love this, SS! Took me completely by surprise. LOL This is a wonderful write, great job!
Oh thanks so much!
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