There’s a spoon in our kitchen
It’s not like any other spoon
It’s rounder
With a satin finish
I remember the spoon
As far back as high school
Maybe farther
My mom used that spoon, until
We had to put her in a nursing home
My dad used it, too,
With morning coffee and grapefruit
Now the spoon is in our kitchen
I like using it
It’s like touching my parents