had silver grapefruit 
spoons, crystal bowls.
Thin wedges of fruit
to retrieve memories 
from interlocking pink
membranes, & to hold
 
the tart intricate sugared 
wheel together. Formica 
& the sterling silverware
reflecting morning light 
that leaked through bright 
white & yellow lacework.
 
Everything gleamed with 
the shine of those light
green sticky vinyl chairs.
Grandma is this silver
grapefruit spoon, luster
serrated teeth, scoldings
 
delicate yet unbending. 
It’s laughable now how
morning light through
these blinds & all these 
quick to arrive tears of
age, implode into joy.