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Chicken Soup

by Ken Harnisch

Never 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, I’m sure,

You knew

Before I ever said a word

02/20/2001

Posted on 01/23/2003
Copyright © 2022 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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