place a bowl of homemade soup,
the best soup in the world,
bacon pieces cubes of tattes,
grated carrots,
onions which made you cry,
lenlits are red,
thickens the soup,
children fights who gets,
the sliver bowl,
the winter warmer,
cold hands,
a red nose,
a joke to mam,
which makes her laugh,
a good childhood memory
Oh it really a memory digging poem hahahaha...i can imagine how it was as you really create a good picture very well...a memory album by words! ! ! the homade soup maybe delicious to eat, also memorable to visit :) _Unwritten Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem made me think of my grandmother and her homemade soups. Thanks for posting.