Little Soup Pot

Little soup pot, short and wide,

What memories are found inside.

A recipe from grandma’s book,

When, as a child, I learned to cook.

Little Soup pot, chipped and worn,

When family merged and love was born.

Happiness was just the start,

And in that pot I found my heart.

Little soup pot, years have passed,

As I wipe the dust from you, at last.

Grandma’s gone and I’m alone,

My heart is longing to be home.

Little soup pot, live again,

Grandma’s soup " a perfect blend.

An eagerness I cannot hide,

For a taste of home dwells deep inside.

Reviews

[Faceless Love]

I love the feelings of home again. Sweet and cute. Now I can't wait to cook soup later on today.

[Antonio Valentino]

Love this. Who wouldn't want a soup pot from grandma as a family heirloom?
Your poem had just the right amount of perfectly cut words, that simmered slowly with the tender meat of our memories, and fresh sprigs of nuance and inspiration.

Mmmm mmmm good.
Antonio xx

[Steve]

This was very sweet and cute. And as a chef i am sure you have a lot of knowledge when it comes to this subject.......?

lol