Analysis of BLUE SPOON

Each time I use that plastic spoon
The knife and fork now lost
I think that you grew up too soon
A childhood short riposte

And as I stir my morning tea
With that blue spoon that’s left
To wonder if you think of me
Your presence now bereft

I ponder why I bought that set
A knife, a fork and spoon
Your mother bought a pink layette
That sung another tune

I always knew you’d be a boy
Though midwives thought a girl
And spent the night in abject joy
When you came to this world

I taught you how to clear life’s plate
And reach an adult state
And nurture well each growing word
Your small life contemplate

But now to grow and fly this nest
Will this blue spoon attest?
To leave behind this safe cocoon
And one who did his best

So if we quarrel not to speak
By some imagined freak
Be sure I will be there for you
No sage by this mystique

Yet you were mine when I was you
Time guardians’ force construe
No one shall harm you whilst I live
Nor love you as I do.