Spoons

My patient, Bob, was watching me and the limberjack intently. I noticed him motion to one of his sons who got up and disappeared into the Hospice kitchen. I continued singing and dancing the limberjack. Dance Jim along, Jim along Josie, Dance Jim along Jim along Joe.

The son returned and handed his father two silver tablespoons. Bob, who was now wheelchair-bound like his wife, arranged the spoons between his fingers and began a clickety-clack in perfect rhythm to the limberjack's tapping and my singing.

Bob really surprised me. The classical music lover now playing the spoons! Share your thoughts below.