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.