My Nanas Soup
Each summer,
When the temperatures soared,
It was time for Nana's soup.
Soup in the summer?
You might wonder.
Yes, soup in the summer—
Her special soup from the garden,
The very garden where we grew the vegetables.
Nana's soup was special,
A meal we always made together.
We began in the garden,
Choosing only the finest vegetables
For the bubbling pot.
It was time to harvest
Everything her recipe required.
We shelled the peas by hand
And snapped the beans.
Tomatoes roasted
Until they were just right.
When we made Nana's special soup,
We weren't just making supper.
We were making memories
To last a lifetime,
Memories that warmed our hearts
Long after the soup was gone.
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