I used Writers Digest’s prompt today: write a persona poem for an inanimate object. A persona poem is when you write a poem in the voice of someone (or in this case something) else.
The Wedding Cake Knife I was your honored servant the day you were wed I was so handsome; you loved me so your soft young hand encircled my silver handle carved with lilies your husband’s hand guided yours my blade quickly excised the first slice of cake at your reception oh, how the crowd applauded it was my proudest moment thereafter, I was always included in your family celebrations and when people remarked on my beauty you explained I was the very knife that cut your wedding cake I sparkled with pride; I glowed with the memory I performed my task with excellence over the years, I felt myself growing weaker yet you loved me just the same you continued to require my presence whenever there was cake to serve and it was my pleasure to comply when your fifth child became a teenager she asked you for an ice cream cake for her party and you did not deny her I tried to execute my duty but the frozen confection was beyond my ability I strained with the effort, aware this would be my final assignment but I failed my blade separated from my handle and the party guests laughed with glee I was ashamed but you said, “This was a wedding gift; it was the knife I used to cut our wedding cake. I love this knife.” the girls’ laughter hushed they heard the affection and the grief in your voice and they mourned with you as you cast me aside no longer the prized possession I took comfort in knowing I had served you well and my service was acknowledged and valued
©ARHuelsenbeck 2021

My Grandmother gave me mine and yes I still use it after fifty some odd years. I hope one of my grands, which ever marries first, will treasure it too.
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