Kitchen Objects I: The Grapefruit Cutter

I found it buried in the bottom
of a wicker basket in an antique shop
on the plains of eastern Colorado,
a town called Hugo, waiting to
be discovered and put to good use.
I imagine she
had long dark braids and freckles,
four children milling about the kitchen,
getting dressed for school, bickering, and
she smiled as she expertly sliced grapefruit
into their bowls using her Florida Grapefuit
tool she got at the county fair last year,
at a discount, when she bought a box
of grapefruit from Harry, her
high school sweetheart.
He’d showed her how to use it
since it sure wasn’t obvious to her,
but she had to admit it worked mighty
fine and she got to using it all the time.
I wish he was here to show me how to
use it, I’m sure it’s mighty fine.