Soup: Therapy for the Soul

Feeling a mental drain

from a world gone insane,

from all the:

shootings after shootings,

political feudings;

tornado destruction,

no power conduction;

ice and snow storming,

damn global warming;

so down with the blues,

I turned off the news

and made soup.

Turning full attention

from normal convention,

I began to:

slice and sauté

garlic ‘n onions my way,

peel and cut spuds,

downing cold suds;

bring it all to a boil,

getting into the toil;

make fresh egg noodles,

by hit’n miss doodles;

happy ‘n high as a kite,

I stirred with delight

making soup!

Cooking comfort food

helps calm a dude,

I must say:

it keeps full focus

on one’s own hocus pocus;

turns off world reality

with blissful totality;

warm tho’ts of mother’s,

of good times and druthers;

heals one’s worn soul,

simply smelling a bowl.

I’ll sleep good tonight,

no longer uptight,

thanks to soup.

~gj duerrschmidt

 

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