Pop’s Knife

Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
The blade swings down held in hand by youth and life
And in that hand was a knife of silver, red and white
Providing fish for dinner on warm summer nights
Years and years passed by until that hand was wrinkled but the knife stayed sharp and strong and made that man’s eye twinkle
The sterling silver was like the stars and as strong as an ox
But slowly the hand that held it began to lower
And the man that owned it got slower
And s l o w e r
and s l o w e r
Until one day it was left one last time
And then the mighty blade began to gather grime.
Until many years later when the knife was found
It brought back distant memories from another time