My grandmother’s mahogany end table,
the other grandmother’s fluted vase,
Aunt Marge’s petit point covered side chair,
and the O’Connell family Bible,
rescued from the house on Garfield Street
after the hurricane in ’55.
You’ve been around for generations.
I’ve done my part to keep you on and
I’m just about at the end of my rope.
It’s high time you stopped
the back-talk, silent treatment,
put-downs, dirty Irish tricks.
No more remarks about what irks you,
who mimics you, mocks you, turns her
back on you, avoids you on the street.
Look at me!
I’m on to you—
you end tables
you side chair
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 22, Issue 4.
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