Our Couch Poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu

The couch is soft enough for any king
The chocolate brown cushions sink a foot
When you sit down
And swallow you up to make the most comfortable nest
When people see a house
No one ever admires the couch
Though it's used the most
And though they sigh when they sit down
No one ever complements the couch
You can tell it's used
Worn
The cats have used it as a scratching post
Some cushions sit lower
My mom's favorite spot
And though it's stood there like a rock
Stoic
Immoveable
Through tantrums and break ups and sleepovers and secrets
Through moves and bad soap operas and Superbowls and Olympics
For puzzles and cookies and popcorn and soda
When we spilled things
And lost things
Between the cushions
Our couch has seen it all
Our couch could've belonged to any king
But it got us instead