Grandma's Silver Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Grandma's Silver

Rating: 2.7


You met me
and I had given up.

You met me
and I took out the good china
from Grandma's hutch;

her gold-plated knives, forks and spoons
and the silver,
toasting you
that summer night
had both of us playing house.

I was the gourmet cook,
you were eating hearty
and wolfed down lustily my heart;

made me forget giving up
for giving it up
happily;
mostly from memory
and you were kind enough
not to notice
how awkwardly
and how long
my breathing took
to run to smooth.

It was the conversation
I believe
late into the night
that over-came me
re-mending those broken heart pieces
which laid themselves out carefully
on my dining room
table;
festooned
with grandma's
silver and gold-plated spoons.

We have gone on now through
paper, wood
and silver anniversaries;
golden
on our horizon;
nearing fifty years.

Thanks Grandma
for the silver-ware
and for him.

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