Soup kitchen
The soup kitchen wasn't far from home
Or school
After school was dismissed I would run down to mama's soup kitchen
And have a bowl of soup and chicken legs all to myself
Mama said I was too small for wings or laps
Years have passed since I saw mama
I work in a local restaurant now
Sometimes even at my late twenties
I wished to taste that soup again
And eat those chicken legs
But mama was six feet gone below the earth.
So I left for home on a weekend
But the soup kitchen was no longer there.
There stood a local church and people singing
Where mama once owned a kitchen.
So I turned back and went home.
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