Homemade Chicken Soup Poem by bob barci

Not too long ago
we got together
to exchange versions of the same recipe.
We fill the pot with emotion
and pull each other through.
Two people, two faiths, at peace with each other.
How great it would be if all the planet
would join us, in this peace.
The pot of love is meant for all.
Hey, we've got something here.
We've got love for our fellow man.
Think about it.
Love is what it takes to get us through.
I want you to know that.
Tell me that you do.

The scent of love is sweet.
The scent, the aroma,
starts with a good cook.
The problems of the world
would be solved so easily
if we would only,
sit down,
relax,
kick our shoes off,
and enjoy a bowl of homemade chicken soup.



dedicated to Mark Lichtenstein