Claire V. Bogdanos


HOMEMADE NOT CANNED ( 2015 ) 2015/08/06

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:20 am
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When  I was just a tiny child

There was this dish that drove me wild

My favorite soup, can you guess

With flying colors passed the test.

Carrots, celery and parsley too

Were cooked together in a brew

Of chicken stock all warm and bold

So good that I could eat it cold

But the best part, the noodles yet

Were letters of the alphabet.

I tell you now that I still store

A jar of noodles on the door

And when I feel I need a break

Those alphabets are what I make

I’m sure my love of words began

With this great soup homemade not canned !


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