To Hold A Fork
Some victories are small, but mean the world.

We celebrate big victories on stage on World Theatre Day.
Big actions. Huge performances.
Not the small ones.
They pass unnoticed.
Holding a fork is quieter.
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To hold a fork.
Timeless.
Rare.
Precious, muted steel
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I grasp.
It drops.
I reach.
It drops.Β
I grasp -
Five seconds
It drops.
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They glare.
The fallen fork shines.
Not the grasp.
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Fallen fork -
Glistens.
Grasping hand -
Dulled.
Aches.
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Unseen.
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Then lifts
Fingers clenched.
Firm.
Fork clutched.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

Comments (5)
Small victories indeed. My grandpa developed a tremor in his hands at the end of his life. It was always hard for me to watch him eat. But he was a strong, proud man and never allowed anyone to spoon feed him.
I get this. I love that your _____ International Day poem series. I look forward to see which one you will introduce to us. Keep them coming π₯°
Wow. This was incredible Michelle! I love how you highlight that the fork with the noise and the glisten draws the attention and no one notices the struggle to hold it. Funny how this is a challenge for both the very young and the very old, those just learning and those losing the ability to control their own fingers.
I see this future battle coming all too quickly Well done
Power to you