March 2022
Author's Note: Homemade chicken soup. Big chunks of carrots, potatoes, celery, chicken. Wide flat noodles. Probably a secret ingredient or two. It could loose a guilty child's tongue faster than any inquisitor ever dreamed of.
soup and absolution
in the cold gray light
of a winter day
the evil i have done
is ugly and painful
grinds against my conscience
like millstone on millstone
resolve falling like meal
on the hard floor
of reality
i cannot look
at momma's face
as she places before me
chicken soup
thick
rich
and hot
i think she knows
as she always knows
that i have done something
she would not approve -
she does not ask
only watches
as i swallow her love
bite after bite
letting it melt
my icy heart
thaw my frozen tongue
into confession
momma simply smiles
sees the lesson learned
and grants me
absolution
©2022 j.lewis
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