Bon Appetite <br /> <br /> <br />The world is my oyster, how shall I consume it, <br />In small, bite sized pieces or swallow it whole? <br />What cutlery used to aid the partaking? <br />Will it nourish my body, my mind and my soul? <br /> <br />How sharp the fine blade on my umbilical cord, <br />That slides through the tissue and sets the boy free. <br />No longer a parasite of my mother’s body, <br />I now have my chance to grow, and flourish as me. <br /> <br />I cling to the knife that takes slices of learning. <br />I grow in the knowledge of the world I can own, <br />Though giving and taking is part of the contract, <br />For man, just one unit, does not exist alone. <br /> <br />With my fork I take what the world has to offer. <br />Four tines for my lover, two children and I <br />Maturity brings the need of working together, <br />To plan for a future in which new rules apply. <br /> <br />I now have grown old so I lift up my spoon, <br />Less will be spilled of the food as I feed <br />From this world I love, and still am a part of, <br />Though much less my taking now, much less my need. <br /> <br />This whole world was my oyster, but now I can feel <br />A brand new world beckons, with a much finer meal.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bon-apetite/
