Chicken Soup
No not the kind you get from a packet oh no not that kind
this one has little bits of chicken in it, with onions you can find
I start with chicken base and add fresh grated garlic to it
turmuric, black pepper, parsley, and basil just a bit
Then I let it simmer for an hour while the vegetables steam and swim
and I sing to it with a wispy voice, that little blessed hymn
that mama taught me long ago, while making chicken soup;
Not the kind that you order in from a store next door
this one comes from the pantry shelf and garden herbs galore
I start with a clean apron and my hair tied back
its bright red with white daises, and a strip of black
Then I stew it and stir it with a large wooden spoon
then I talk to it, until the hour of noon
the way my mama taught me, while making chicken soup;
No not the kind you get from a packet, oh no its never store bought
its the way my mama showed me, when I was just a tot....
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