Grand Mother's Soup Poem by joe wprtham

Grand Mother's Soup

Remember "Grandfather's Axe"
The story of how the handle was replaced
as it was broken,
Then the blade replaced when it
became worn and dull.
So it is with Grand Mother's Soup,
a story to tell.

For perhaps an old hen
past the age of laying eggs.
Became the base
for Chicken Soup
To which was added garden vegetables
without end
And a bit of Turmeric…

But after the first bowl
was long gone
And dishes washed
and put away
There remained - soup
for another day
Into the icebox (refrigerator
now a-day's) .

Fresh corn from the garden
cut from the ear
Perhaps some peas
leftover from somewhere
And water to thin
the thickening brew
Until - Soup, anew.

Hot from the stove
the aroma was still
Essence of Turmeric
a dusting thrill
Salt and pepper
to the taste
Nothing
goes to waste.

Ah!Grandmother's Soup!