There is no such thing as an old sofa
It’s just waiting for a new life
He knows
A sofa is stuffed full of family lore
From one generation to the next
He knows
This piece is the core for all memories
The throne for my grandmother
The only sofa she ever owned
He knows
It’s not just the parlor furniture
Company’s coming, take off the covers
So much more than receiving guests
He knows
This sofa withstood hours of conversation,
From whispers to raised voices
We remember the music
Of the old upright piano and the
Endless hours of soap operas and Lawrence Welk
He knows
Just the right fabric, the finest of craftsmanship
Every detail will be attended
Because he understands
This sofa was in the room for all the memories
And it is a true treasure.
A transformation of beauty to last
A new generation
For Andrew, 2000 PAP