THE SILVER SPOONA Poem by ZephyrIt was a hot, hot afternoon And I ran through the kitchen In search of a spoon A silver spoon. I ran a wild goose chase Turning the kitchen upside down And the chase became an eventful phase Of that burning hot afternoon. I bumped into my Papa Marring frowns on his stern face And I slumped onto my Mama Staining her frilly lace. The tiny kitchen seemed big and I seemed to be searching an entire universe For a spoon of silver significance In my relatively insignificant life.
© 2017 ZephyrAuthor's Note
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