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 st Get Well Soon PD! Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)