a simple spoon

in reality
it is nothing much
a simple spoon
made from wood
the handle is worn
from years of use
before she had
a mixer
or a whisk
she had this spoon
for mixing batter
stirring tea
or serving
german potato salad
the spoon
was once shiny
a coat of varnish
captured the light
hypnotizing
my five year old eyes
reflections dancing
around the tiny kitchen

she has been gone now
for a decade or so
her spoon though
holds a place of honor
on the white tile counter
standing tall and proud
amidst the modern tools
stirring my iced tea
tossing german potato salad
a simple spoon
a time machine
taking me back
to nana's kitchen