Wednesday, January 7, 2015

the get well soup

here, she says.
I made you some soup.
it's hot.
she hands you a spoon,
puts a sleeve
of crackers
on the table,
a glass of milk.
always a glass of milk
and slices of
white bread, a knife,
butter.
here, she says.
it's the best I could
do.
let me know if you
want more.
it's on the stove, i'll
be in the other
room. you can't stay
home all week. so eat
your soup,
tomorrow you go
back to school.

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