On a summer’s day, the clock struck noon The sun’s ray pointed us to a spoon. This was no ordinary cutlery though, It made from metal, And had the shape of a rose petal; It look like an ordinary tool But yet it stood out Because it was indeed very special. This special spoon was an heirloom The heirloom of the Blooms This family cherished all the silverware For it was a luxury To have such cutlery. But that spoon had belonged to Finn. Finn was the only child Of a family of three And yet still he was wild. Finn always smiled as bright the sun, His joy was infinite because he knew he was the one, And only son. Thought he only had one friend Which was the spoon. Yet one day he lost his spoon, On a bright summer’s night In the middle of June. He realized he lost his only friend, and for him all had come to an end. Now we see this special spoon on the rocky, sandy ground of the town For it was waiting to be found. But the spoon did not want his old friend, The spoon was tried of the trend. Finn always wanted him to bend, And that after he would never mend, Therefore the friendship had come to an end.
I made this very interesting poem… #Lilithwashere
