Mom's Chicken Soup
Mom’s Chicken Soup
My head is aching
My throat is sore
My feet are dragging
Across the floor
Yesterday morning
I was feeling fine
Today I wretch
Whenever I dine
Don’t’ try to tempt me
With a burger and such
Just want to be soothed
With a mother’s touch
When I lived at home
(Before I flew the coop)
Mom would cure me
With her chicken soup
I could smell the aroma
All through the house
It felt like a waltz
By Johann Strauss
It reached my senses
Floating on air
When I heard her
Footsteps on the stair
Why oh why
Did I ever roam
I need mom’s Chicken Soup
So I’m going back home
Put on the kettle Mom
I’m on my way
Miss your soup loving
I’m coming home to st
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Get Well Soon PD!
Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2012
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