spoons

Shinny , silver glissing in the sun light in mothers kitchen ,.

Many spoons , in mothers kitchen.

Holding the delicate delicious soup which I miss so dearly since the day the kitchen was empty with no new smells comeing through the kichen door.

no more mouth watering, stomach grumbling soup to cruve my hunger.

So manny times I'd sit in mothers kitchen waiting for the flavors and exotic smells

to return so my senses. 

All the spoons gone and will forever be empty.

I was born with a sliver spoon in my mouth and when its my time 

for a eternal sleep it fades gold.

Author's Note

I wanted to test if I could make a poem of anything
So I pickd the hardest that came to mind , so tell me if
this poem was stupid or did it make u hungry?
~sheri

Reviews

[Bri]

I'm so freaking proud of my pic of the spoons right now. *tear* they've grown up so fast!

[SheriH]

Lmfao ikr , I loved how u hade a cooking spoon in there

[Bri]

I just grabbed all my spoons that I could find in the dish washer and found that one so I wuz lyke: a spoon is a spoon.

[Bri]

Nice sher-bear. When you texted me, telling me to send you a pic of spoons, I wuz lyke wut? Lol, this is hilariously great! WHY AREN"T WE COMEDIANS!!??? girl, I gave you a hundred.