was
my mother's answer to every
ailment,
or broken bone
or any emotional crisis
you might be going through.
blow your nose,
she'd say,
i'm making soup.
stop whining.
you'll feel better in no
time.
you've already missed
too much school
or work.
divorce?
no problem.
she'd be at the door
with a giant
pot of chicken noodle
soup
and a thermometer.
freeze what you don't eat,
she'd say.
it'll be good for
months.
and don't call me during
my shows,
okay?
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