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My Fork

My most prized possession in the kitchen drawer
Is a black handled fork left for me

By my Mother who came to visit
And I use it -- oh! So frequently!

I test the roast, wham some lids
But always eat with it.

And when a playful child gets Big Mother's fork
They know I'll demand the return of it!

All the others can use silver
But I, I like mine best.

For when I'm using my black handled fork
It seems my Mother is my guest.

Helen Helms Howard
Dedicated to my parents: Lucille & Virgil Helms
Copyrighted 1973



 

 

            

  

 

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