Chicken Soup


I remember an overcast day walking home from school
the rain had washed earth clean the ditches were running full
and crawdads were swimming away

I wanted to hurry home so I could go play
in the sweet wet dirt to dig a moat
and tie fatty bacon to a string to coax
the mudbugs to come my way
But what I remember most
as I stepped through the door
The scent of rich chicken broth
simmering delightfully on the stove
filling the air with thyme and sage
and my heart knew I was home
So today I’m once again a child,
tugging at mother’s apron
begging for a taste
of whatever she is chopping
She gives me a bite of celery
and then a sweet carrot
And a teensy bit of raw potato
no more, or you’ll get worms!
She gives me a hug and
I’m wrapped in her mommy scent
and the smell of her mingling
with the simmering soup
is one I’ll never forget

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: When I was young, my mother would only give me a small piece of raw potato; she told me I would get worms if she gave me more!  Today, I know not to eat raw potato because it can cause stomach distress due to bacteria. 

Photo Courtesy of: My lovely daughter Tracy Villalobos.
If you get a chance, check out her cooking blog: Cookin’ It Up in Texas
The link is to the chicken soup I taught her how to make. 

21 Comments on “Chicken Soup

  1. Nothing like that “mommy scent”! I’ll be wary of raw potatoes from now on! I could almost smell that chicken soup!

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    • Thank you Bjorn. Although my kids are grown, sometimes a simple explanation as to why they shouldn’t do something is best. I guess my mom decided I could understand worms!


  2. the raw potato tip was a good one, mum’s knew how to scare good sense into us!! with this poem I see a generation of love passed down, the aroma of that warm chicken soup and mum’s apron, all the scents of a tenderly raised life. such a sweet poem Linda, one that seems to hug us as we read it too.

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