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        A SERVING SPOON
If I were a piece of cutlery, I’d be a serving spoon,
Not a knife that cuts or a forks that prods too soon
At a part cooked potato or the roast in the pan,
I would be a serving spoon, that would be my plan.

Ladling out goodness just everywhere that I went,
People thinking that that serving spoon is heaven sent,
Always full of kindness, sweetness and a gift for free,
If I were a serving spoon, how much better could I be?

Make up your mind to serve others like the serving spoon,
Then in your heart for harsh sharp words there’d be no room,
Then giving of yourself becomes your way of life always,
And you will go forward happy and rejoicing all your days.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 May 2004