most recipes allow
deviance a pinch of pepper
or a cut sausage sprinkled
in gruel offering the guest
a taste of paradise
and old Mrs. Timkins knew soup
knew how it could bind neighbor to neighbor
could leave the taste of memory in your bowl
and on your tongue.
she didn’t look for wisdom
and she despised arrogance, instead
opting for kitchen friendships
with young ladies making
homes for fathers too busy
to notice a pale cheek,
a lonely tear at noon.
This reminded me of my great grandmother. A wonderful poem.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2005
Well now there is something about soup and I just finished a bowl of stew while I was reading this. Ah a person that brings me soup would be appreciated a lot.
wow, you really have a gift that i hadn't really appreciated until the last few poems. i intend to spend a couple of hours going back thru your earlier things tonight, to see what i missed.
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