Rattling the Drawers

I was spoon fed them
accepting passively the gift
yet another small burden to carry down the years
plastic bag of large sliver spoons all tarnished
a bit like me

Left in a cupboard
rediscovered when decorating
polished laboriously
put experimentally in a drawer

Now each meal uses one or two
dolloping pasta or curry onto family plates
use keeps them shiny, blessed fact
and their surfaces reflect laughter and love

I regret not asking my mother
back in her living time
where they came from
within a small working class family

Already I see the ones I will give this summer
to my eldest son and the woman he loves
as they start their lives together

I hope she will not see them as a burden

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first published by An Ink Slingers Observance in their June 2020 print edition.

13 thoughts on “Rattling the Drawers

  1. I LOVE this story of the spoons, the history they hold, and that some of them will grace your son and daughter-in-law’s table. I am sure they will treasure them. I wish now that I had written down more of my family history years ago – so much gets forgotten.

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