Before the flood.
Before the destruction.
I was just a shortee.
Trying to cook in a tall kitchen.
Boosted up in my sturdy chair.
I could reach it all.
I gave away my hexagonal table and two wooden chairs.
One of them my helper.
My shortness returned.
In mourning, I searched for a replacement.
At the TJMaxx.
A purpley-velvet display caught my eye.
French rolling pins for $4, oh, my!
A humongous fish bowl I'd like to have.
Ten bucks is good, right?
But no stepping stool.
I still was sad.
(Since then, my Popaw has made me a stool and as soon as I possess it, I will post it!)