Chopsticks and the Moon

I learned to eat with chopsticks From my spouse, on our first date. It added something magical To everything I ate. He also taught me how to tell, By looking at the moon, Whether it was getting bigger Or would disappear real soon. I told him that I understood, Though often I would guess. Was it waxing? Maybe waning? Just one answer would impress. But after years together, He’s convinced I really know. It’s one of his accomplishments Of which he likes to crow. He’s very wrong when he insists That sums up all he’s taught; For waxing moons and noodles are A speck of what I’d sought. Since marriage is a partnership, There’s so much give and take; And to think one person’s given more Is sometimes a mistake. I’ve been lucky on the getting side Despite my husband’s doubts, For the treasures I have reaped Have far exceeded any droughts. When I reminisce I can’t forget Those moments opportune And the charming way it all began - With chopsticks and the moon.