Sour Soup
The sauerkraut did it!!
Added that twinge of flavor
To the ham bone and its remnants
Collided with the Kielbasa
Soothed the pre-softened
Veggies of unknown origin.
It simmered – long and aromatically
Accomplishing acceptance
Easing the assimilation
Of a distant garden’s
Forgotten fields
Into a unified feast.
Thus, we sated ourselves
On its blended mysteries
Marveled at the soup’s ability
To change, yet stay the same,
Invite each shade of newness
To infiltrate its wholeness.
It was called “Ma’s Sour Soup”
And it was the sweetest bowl
Of tender care we ever ate.
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