One of those days when deciding
What will we have for dinner?
In the air there is a voice guiding
Potato soup…like Grandma’s is a winner
Past attempts have been made to recreate
But the efforts didn’t make the grade
What is the secret? It is up for debate
Keep it simple…that’s how it is replayed
Generous pieces of Polish Kielbasa are key
Put into a pot of water…let the burner glow
Next… potato cubes…be sure they’re chunky
Sprinkle with ground pepper and cook slow
When the vapors rise and fill your nostrils
Check the potatoes within the half-hour
If they are done… add the sour cream with skill
Combined with cold water mixed with flour
The sluggish flow joins the steaming brew
Stir with a long handled spoon… very gently
As if by magic the soup thickens…it is true
Time to sample a flavorful portion intently
Careful don’t burn your mouth being hasty
Taste in few seconds with timid anticipation
All it needs is a pinch of salt to make it tasty
Just like Mom’s…it’s a perfect recreation
8/14/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well structure poem nice to read. shan