Moms and Dads Are Funny Things
Chicken noodle soup fixes everything, I used to hear, from my mother.
I had tried everything but chicken noodle soup this week on my cold.
Cold pills, Vicks, and vitamins. Went through three boxes of tissues yesterday.
Finally, broke down and had the chicken noodle soup. Feel so much better!
Listen to your feelings, I used to hear from my father, who is in heaven.
My earth father, not THAT Father. He was so right; and it has worked well.
Feelings have kept me alive, feelings have helped me help others.
Feelings have steered me in the right path. Feelings, I am all about.
Mom was a big believer in Vicks too. We were slathered in it during the winter.
Vicks on our chests, our backs, the bottom of our feet, and in our noses.
I love the smell of Vicks; it makes me feel instantly better, making me young.
When I smell it, I become eight-years-old instantly, and I want more.
Old Spice was Dad’s smell. When I smell Old Spice, there he is.
I have a jacket of my dad’s. He has been gone eight years.
It does not smell like Old Spice, but it smells like my Dad.
I reach for it sometimes, and I know he is here.
Moms and Dads are funny things. You can never replace them,
And you can never fully get over them. But who would want to?
They are your first teachers, and your last teachers. They are yours.
Though you might share them with siblings, it does not feel like sharing.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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