The most uncomfortable sofa
in the western world,
And the ugliest in this town, I’m told.
The place I come to read or relax,
To think about home, my family, my cat.
Where we nurse when sick
and sleep through the heat,
Here we cuddle and laugh at each others’
feet.
Here shoulders we rub and meals we eat,
Spend winter’s nights by the fire’s heat.
Family meetings, your
parents and mine,
Playing the guitar to kill some time.
Jonathon’s huddle, Anita’s sprawl,
Playing chess and learning to draw.
Writing this poem while
blowing my nose,
And thinking how quickly time goes.
And how strangers will live in our sunny
home,
The times we’ve had they’ll never know,
While sitting, lying, and taking siesta,
On the ugliest sofa in Puerto Pollensa.
