Since the time I remember being for the first time at my grandparents house, my grandmother has always kept a collection of spoons from different parts of the world on her kitchen. I really can’t think of my grandparent’s house without thinking of the spoons hanging on the kitchen wall right besides the kitchen table, it’s like if it were a part of the house. When I was just a kid, I used to stare at these spoons and selected my favorite one just by sight. I never really cared about the place the spoons where from, I just liked the color, detail, and shape each one had. I was never able to touch them back then because my grandmother would get mad at me, so every time I came to their house I just looked at them closely. My grandparents moved from their house about two times, but still, that spoon collection would always hang on the kitchen wall right besides the kitchen table. Every time my family and I had a trip with my grandparents, we always knew that if my grandmother hadn’t been at that place before in her life, she would definitely buy a collectable spoon from the country or city she visited without a doubt. Five years ago, while I was studying a school year in Canada, I decided to bring my grandmother a collectable spoon from Quebec to add to her collection, however, it turned out my grandmother had already been to Quebec and had already bought a spoon for her collection, but she decided to put it with the other spoons anyway because of my nice gesture. It was not until around that time that I actually noticed how many spoons she had, they were a lot. I also noticed for the first time where every single spoon she had came from, and then I realized that my grandmother had traveled many times in her life to different countries and cities. I guess those spoons that my grandmother hangs on the kitchen remind her of all those time she had traveled during her long life, as well as each spoon representing a piece of memory from each city. As for me, every single time I see or think about that spoon collection hanging on my grandmother’s kitchen makes me think about my grandmother and about how great of a person she is.
Great poem! Keep posting more
Great poem! Keep posting more poems