Solemn, My Grandpa Gave Me A Knife

Smooth, silver, sharp, shiny.

I look at that knife, I remember my grandpa and me playing in the fields.
This special knife is my memory of the past.
I remember my history just looking at it.

Bought 30 years ago but remembered forever.

Ironed handle and wooden, jagged sheath.
Once was unbreakable but now is fragile.
Preserved for 30 years.

I remember good times by looking at it. Wishing this special knife will be passed from generations to generations. Just like my grandpa,
wanting a skilful grandson to keep it.