I Wonder Where My Silverware Went

Perhaps it fell down in some vent, or erstwhile helped to pay the rent, the sterling or the stainless, bent or used it up to my content! I counted one ~ the ice tea spoon it's always last to meet its doom Oh well, what matches not, resumes and all utensils find their room! The forks and spoons are numerous there it seems, the odd ones go somewhere that serving spoon of extra width has ventured from the hot pot's skit! Perhaps they want a better home not thrown around, like some disown not left to soak in dirty foam and then to same tray's clutter thrown! Impersonal, I wished I'd known the heart of serving, smallest hone and tenderly, knife, spoon and fork placed side by side ~ a treasured work! From The Kitchen Poet!