in our house where everyone sat.
Pulled up to the table to eat with the rest.
I didn’t like my chair.
Mom said, “Sit here ’til you drink that milk.”
So I sat.
The kitchen was dark,
looking across the table to the windows to the back.
Everyone left to go in the other room.
And I sat.
and still I sat.
In the 1950’s chair, that we all sat in.
Wooden and hard,
where modern mothers made their children drink milk
to make them strong.
Passed down like a family treasure.
Probably with a cup of milk still sitting there.
(youth chair in kitchen August 27th, 2010 and Michael’s first birthday January 30th, 1985)