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Chicken Soup
by Ken HarnischNever question why you are adored
While I was going through my paces
Emotions jagged as a wild ECG
You came to me
Smiled in that knowing way
And invited me to sit with you awhile
Chicken soup, you said,
Handing me that bowl of steaming broth
Then sat there silently
Watching me use a tablespoon
To ladle mouthfuls into my arid soul
And just when I expected sympathy
You grinned again
Slacker, you said
Still smiling
Next time, come to me sooner.
Then you laughed
We both knew you were right
And in my rueful smile back
There was so much more than
Mere agreement
But that too, Im sure,
You knew
Before I ever said a word 02/20/2001 Posted on 01/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/23/03 at 02:17 PM Mmm.. chicken soup for the soul.. warm, tasty, and filling.. great analogy, Ken! :) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/24/03 at 04:23 AM Sometimes it is indeed just what is needed.... Chicken Soup and a friend. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/27/03 at 07:03 PM Well put Ken...nicely left me with the same warm and fuzzies I get when I chow down on my favorite liquified poultry concoction, usually Campbell's Home Style Chicken Noodle or Lipton's Chicken Vegetable Cup-A-Soup. |
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