Little Things
Words by Gwendolyn Beatrice
Magazine | Issue 03
Growing up Gran had just one
among us seven
it was a game to be won
We took it in turns
to see who could nab it
revealing our wit
or discovering culprits
Every visit the search began
who would spot it
and would they find it again?
The evening after supper I found
who’d hidden last
I then covered it up
to use for breakfast
Now Gran is gone
and the spoon’s gone too
I grieve the past
but discover it anew
Three spoons
Three tiny spoons
resting silently
in my drawer
Larger spoons
surround them
six teaspoons
maybe more
Whipped out for
pinch of sugar
drop of tea
a dash of cinnamon
Larger spoons
while proper
can lack such
sense of fun
A bit of cake
a bite of cream
a nip of
soft boiled egg
Minutely
orchestrating
best bites
to satiate
Ornate handles
tips and bowls
designed for sets
of conformity
Eclectically
mismatched
becoming this
set of three
A nibble of curry
a crumb of starch
a goopy sauce
to warm the heart
Treasures found
and uncovered
with which
I dare not part
Homage to one
to be passed on
the next generation
will find them
elsewise they’re gone
Gwendolyn Beatrice is a multidisciplinary artist transplant living and creating in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Originally from Seattle, Washington, USA, they sought a better life abroad full of vibrancy, inspiration, and kindness in a beautifully chaotic time.
You can find their work on Instagram at @gwendolynbeatrice and @tejidoporcarole