One thing I’ve learned-
When we were younger and the kids were small
We had zero money, but saved a bit,
Bought a piece of furniture-
An entertainment center in cherry-
With bright burnished finish
And it was damaged
“Must have been one of the kids”
Just a small nick appeared marring the newness,
No problem really, but we’d accused the wrong child
And everyone felt quite bad-
No one came forward.
It was forgotten
But not really
Then years later we found out
It was the youngest-
Who’d never been accused but had been worried to speak up,
So kept quiet-
But years later it came out, talking, so
We laughed at how seriously we’d all taken it.
We’re all older, many years,
It’s the one thing about that furniture I recall,
The only thing that has any real meaning,
A shallow nick about the height of a small child.
Now it’s the one thing special about an old piece of furniture.
It’s one of the things I’ve learned-
It may be the only thing I’ve learned.