My dad had never used that spoon before–
it had a hole centered in its wooden bowl.
My sister had done something wrong. “Now you’re
going to get a spanking, sweetie, though
it hurts me more than you.” So to her bare
rear end he slapped that shallow spoon; it snapped
with stinging force — she screamed and where
it struck a welt drew red, a circle like that
new spoon’s round hole. That single swat was all
dad gave. Because as Sarah cried, he dropped
that spoon and hugged her close; and through her bawl
he said, “I’m sorry, my sweetie, and I will not
ever use that spoon again.” So right there and then
he snapped that spoon in half with his bare hands.