Children sometimes have a problem their parents don’t see or can’t solve. It is a fortunate child who has a stepdad like Chuck.
It’s all about a stupid chair
and nothing more.
I think it isn’t fair
my brother sitting there
when I’m the one it’s for!
It is a special chair
all soft and cushiony
and close to the TV.
And I’m a special guy,
the oldest brother in the family!
I tried to tell my mom and dad
that they should love and cherish me
and make my brothers leave that chair
always every time for me.
They did not agree.
Mom said, “He was there first
sitting in that chair.”
She said my brothers, too,
are each significant and rare.
I didn’t care.
My dad said, “Just don’t start!”
He said, “Now, have a heart.”
My turn would be tomorrow night
if tonight I didn’t start a fight.
But waiting was too hard for me.
I said, “Don’t give my brothers turns!”
‘Cause sometimes I forget
about my own significance.
I just can’t miss one single chance
to test your attitude and stance.
On justice I insist.
Give all your love to me.
Each day make every gesture show
a strong partiality ’cause every hour
I need to know you’re not discounting me.
Of love there’s never too much proof.
At night I’m still in doubt.
Until my little brothers came
I was the star of every game.
Now I’m the one left out.
The row I made about that chair!
Now all week I can’t sit there.
Which only shows I’m onto them.
They love my brothers best.
It isn’t fair.
The row I made about that chair
Was not the end of it. My dad,
He really is my stepdad, see,
I usually call him Chuck,
agreed with me. Was I in luck!
A first born son needs, he said,
A chair quite soft and cushiony
And close enough to watch TV
To keep his special place all safe
Inside a busy family.
He took me shopping at the mall,
Where you can hope for anything.
And then like Watson, that was Chuck,
And Sherlock, that was me,
We snooped around for clues.
We took our time, we tried three stores
And then I found a beanbag soft and
Velvety in blues. It wriggles up,
It lounges back, I drag it anywhere.
I don’t need the other chair.
I’m easy when my brothers ask for turns.
As Chuck explained, a first born son
Can share a lot and keep his place.
And that’s the whole story.