Silverware Poem by Jas Andrada

“Cling... cling...” went the cold silverware. The room was filled with the delicious smell of gravy and flowers. There were warm sun rays floating through the clear windows overlooking the busy road. A melodic “Happy Birthday” resonated to my ears happily. Gifts were handed to my friend while some people started eating the mouth-watering delicacies. After some time, the food on our plates got smaller and smaller. Potatoes and waffles disappeared. The bacon and chicken were decreasing into nothingness. One more bite to go and my plate of spaghetti will be finished. I ate my delicious food contentedly while the waiter served the desserts. Brownies with ice cream on top! Yum... I wished everyday was Xaviera’s birthday as my eyes were showered by the glint of the clinging cutlery.