Soup

homemade soupIt’s just a bowl of soup

In a porcelain bowl

Chicken noodle, his favorite.

Crumble crackers into broth

Then slurp it up in haste

As if he’d miss by lingering

On what life offers

Wide open future, laid out before him.

“Love you Mom.” He cries,

The screen door slams behind him.

 

It’s just a bowl of soup

In a Styrofoam bowl

Vegetable beef, hot, delicious.

Sit amongst the others

Then slurp it up in haste

In case it turns to smoke

Much like his life has offered

Broken promises, Shattered dreams

“Thank you Ma’am” He mutters

To the woman with the blankets.

 

It’s just a bowl of soup

In a white ceramic bowl

Mostly broth, but filling

Shaking spoon in hand

To sip it up with care

Each drop slowly savored

A memory adds to many

Life so full, life well lived

“Love you Mom” He whispers,

Her hours ebb away.

 

 

 

 

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