Two grown men, strong and able,
Were asked to stop their gawking
And to please, go set the table.
Jon tossed the plates and glasses
To his father one by one.
Dad placed them on the table
After catching from the son.
But the accuracy was missing
On the first toss of a fork.
Jon's aim was quite deficient
And he left the target short.
Dad bent to pick the errant fork
While Jon the tempo sped.
A second fork fell undeterred
Upon the father's head.
So on this recent Mothers' Day
We thank Mom for love and life.
Glad we started with the forks
And not the sharp new knife.
