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 !
Claire V. Bogdanos 