Soup (sonnet)

Chicken carcasses bubble on the stove
Like old loves that we thought we should deny;
Seen as the ugly frozen lumps they were,
We see them as old things to nullify.
But simmer these old carcasses with bay,
With allspice, peppercorns and maybe clove,
And see how what was lost can now become
A nourishing concoction that we love.
A house that’s built around these histories,
A kitchen full of open hearts and minds-
Both strengthen us together and alone
And open us to futures of all kinds.
Embracing every moment past that made you
Can teach love even for those who betrayed you.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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