Poetry

You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young

We sat at the table with clean plates

the lamp flickered as though 

 

mourning Benjamin Franklin

or taking the time to praise him 

 

and house mouse was not afraid

to run across your patent shoes

 

neither of you sure why both are here

 

On Christmas day I gifted you 

with a seat made from matchsticks.

 

We placed it on the table for mouse

next to a doll’s house plate 

 

with cheese and milk

and treated him like Father Christmas


Follow Summer on Twitter at @MissYoungWriter and on Instagram at @summerrbelle.

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