A salt often found on a countertop. In certain settings, don't let it drop.

I open paths you can’t go through. I turn but only you will move. When you lay thee down to sleep, protection through the night, I’ll keep. Lest you forget to use me right, someone may wake you with a fright.

What’s stepped on in order to be carved? Made in order to be taken. Or chosen at a fork?

I am the warm heart of your home where fire crackles and cooks your meals. Stone or brick surrounds my glowing flames. Families gather around me on cold nights sharing stories. What am I?

Folded neatly by your side, I wait through courses served with pride. I save your clothes from every stain, though I myself won’t stay the same.