Does your furniture talk?

Of home-made food and many a pickle,
Of dinner conversations that tickle!
I speak of this family’s delight
In relishing their meal with me each night
These bonds worth beyond dime and nickel
Come join me. Yours, dinner table

I’ve seen them chuckle, weep, pretend and confide,
In me they slide, spin yarns, dream and hide
With me they wear out worldly woes,
Reborn next morning, on their toes
Their trust in me so bonafide
Free hugs, no bugs Yours, bed

Leisure and lounge, no rush
Sunk in, they felt plush
Wrongly, sinfully accused I am
That all day long overused I am
By couch potatoes or couples who mush
Shh…go Hush…Yours, Couch

Crawled on me, learnt walking,
Rolled on me laughing,
Jived to music,
Showed confidence and strength in me,
Prayed to me, I was gleaming
Making me the ground beneath your feet
Attractive force.. Yours, floor