Almost all of the furniture in my house is from IKEA.
\nOf all the furniture in my house, my sister likes one chair.
\nWhen we were little, we both sat in the Chair.
\nSide by side, our legs pressed together on the seat between the arms.
\nNow I try to sit beside her and she pushes me off.
\nWe don’t both fit in the Chair anymore.<\/p>\n
The Chair is blue like dark denim.
\n(Note that the Chair is not made of denim.)
\nIt has tears from where the cats used to scratch.
\nSpecial tape was put over the torn edges.
\nA blanket was draped over-top to dissuade kitty claws.
\nBut we don’t have cats anymore.<\/p>\n
Sometimes my mother is in the mood for change.
\nEither her hair will change color, or all the furniture will move.
\nWe stand back and move the things where she tells us to.
\nMy sister doesn’t want anything to ever change.
\nShe came home from a visit to our grandparents and
\nthe Blue Chair was not in the same spot anymore.<\/p>\n
My sister’s stuff piles up around the Chair.
\nIt doesn’t matter where the Chair has been moved.
\nOld dishes once filled with Cheez-Its and crackers
\nAnd library books upon borrowed books upon her own books
\nBuild impenetrable walls that read, “MY CHAIR. DO NOT SIT HERE.”
\nThe Blue Chair is my sister’s chair, and it always will be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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