The Kitchen Tool

 

The Kitchen Tool

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 30, 2020

He said it's a war out there, as he handed me a kitchen tool

What was I to do with it, I certainly wasn't a fool

In the kitchen it would be useful, this I know

How can I use it, wherever I should go

Then it dawned on me, the kitchen tool meant much more

A symbol of hope, as I walked through every door

Survival is when, we use every tool that we can

To make it through the years, within our lifespan

Tools can be wisdom, knowing what is right

To help us in the darkness, it can be a flashlight

The knowledge in knowing, exactly the right words to say

And using these words, to make it through each day

In knowing, the right things that I can do

Making each day, a much better you

The tools that surround you, might not be seen

Yet you have the vision, to see what's in between

When he handed me the kitchen tool, it was a lesson

To take every moment, and cherish it as a blessing

The war that we fight, is surviving each day

Using every tool that we can, in every way

A dream I had recently, influenced me to write this poem.

A man, who was my boss in the dream, handed me a kitchen

tool. I walked with it in the dark. As I looked it over, I realized

what it meant. It was a symbol, that with each moment of our

life, we learn to use the tools that we were given at birth. All

that we have learned through the years, are tools to help us

make it through our lives. That kitchen tool wasn't meant just

for the kitchen, but to help me through my life, and it has.