Silver Wear by Savannah Gelles

Shining the silver
Baby’s first cake
Lips and teeth
Love doth not await
Spooning the mix
Cutting open the wrap under the peanut butter’s lid
The first spoon of cough syrup
Ice cream spooned into the teeth of a first dentist visit
Putting away dishes with a loved one
Little fingers reaching the china to big fingers who can support the weight
Combing the butter that melts difficultly
Arranging silver for the one that gets breakfast in bed earnestly
First ginger bread house, shaping cookies, and licking the spoon with brownie mix covered
Short hair and big head hovered
Soon, the fingers stop tapping the oven top impatiently
Soon, the voices stop repeating themselves over loud dishes down the drain
Soon, the voices swallow with more than one breath
Soon, the foot stops tapping, dancing
Let them rest
Music out the window with the faces watched outside the house
Almost as if another dimension they’re in
No one to raise up to wash their hands, no spouse
Alone and old
Silver wear is no more
The fork has more meaning now
Can’t let go; It’s all you hold

Author Biography:

Sixteen-year-old, Savannah Gelles met Writing in kindergarten. She’s been in love since, with her first novels consisting of her cats going under disguise and advancing toward new obstacles. Writing has taught her an enhance range of vocabulary, emotional intelligence, and most importantly- the act of thinking before speaking. This is Savannah’s first time being published, and she couldn’t be more thrilled.