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