Metal Spoon

For generations it is passed on
Grandpa, Dad, then me.
In the family of the Lee.

It may seem so insignificant to others
But it has a great meaning.
A meaning to our family.

Grandpa died when he was young,
My dad had to experience it as the only son.
Now I don’t have what others would call, a Grandpa.

It doesn’t really affect me though,
Because at least I have something of his
Something that he used for many years.

This reminds me of him
even though I don’t know what he looks like
I don’t even know if this is a sin,
Forgetting about a family member
Trying not to remember.

One day when I have a son,
And I feel like he is mature enough,
When he can take in all the love and history from long ago
I’ll pass this small thing down
A metal spoon of generations.