Poetry

Home Made Soup

... the farmer's lament

by Carol Nelson

My daughter brought me soup she made
Of hens she raised
From chix,
Of carrots, 'taters and
Celery mix,
Of salty tears that I
Cannot fix.



The butcher delivered said chickens after a decent
mourning period.  They died as they lived: Poultry.


February 7, 2014


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