My Proper Table Manners

I will soon turn sixty-two
I have been feeding myself since I was two
I eat with one hand so please understand
I won't always eat the way that society demands

I don't cut my meat into tiny little bites
If I had to do that it would take all night
When it comes to salad I don't cut it at all
I eat what fits in my mouth, the rest can just fall

If my food can be skewered without being cut
For me this is proper, no ifs and or buts
I can pour my own liquids that are cold or hot
If it spills wipe it up, Miss Manners I'm not

I can set a table in the proper way
But my table manners are mine, what else can I say
Don't offer help when not asked for
If you see me as helpless, then you need to know me more

There are some days I need more help than others
But I will let you know, I only needed one mother
When you eat with me accept what you see
If we're friends please allow me to be me

My table manners are unique to me
They aren't always yours as you would soon see
Be polite enough to overlook a few things
To me it's more important the friendship we bring