The Spoon

You asked for a poem
It just brought back problems
As I look at this spoon
I remember the gloom
Of my great aunt's death
The final breath
That took her away
When I wanted her to stay.

The spoon's all I've got
So she's not long forgot
As cancer finally beat her
And no one could treat her.

A silver-plated spoon
For the life of someone
I hope to meet soon
A spoon from Duff House
Not a jewel or a pearl
Or the keys to her house.

To many it's nothing
But to me it is something
I look at the spoon
Day after day
And remember the fight
She put on display.