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Mom's Chicken Soup

My head is aching
My throat is sore
My feet are dragging
Across the floor
Yesterday morning
I was feeling fine
Today I wretch
Whenever I dine

Donítí try to tempt me
With a burger and such
Just want to be soothed
With a motherís touch
When I lived at home
(Before I flew the coop)
Mom would cure me
With her chicken soup

I could smell the aroma
All through the house
It felt like a waltz
By Johann Strauss
It reached my senses
Floating on air
When I heard her
Footsteps on the stair

Why oh why
Did I ever roam
I need momís Chicken Soup
So Iím going back home
Put on the kettle Mom
Iím on my way
Miss your soup loving
Iím coming home today!


------
Grandma Bea


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The following comments are for "Mom's Chicken Soup"
by Beatrice Boyle

Lest we Forget
http://www.upc-online.org/respect/2012/prayer_circle.html

Is there a Chicken Heaven somewhere
or are they just part of a chain
Always there to keep us alive
we can't think much of their pain
If they had brain would it be the same
an intelligent rooster to rule
Many young birds with nothing to gain
except to supply humans with fuel

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: August 8, 2012 )

Soup's on!
OOOh Eric...makes me feel bad for the chicken...I wonder what THEY crave when they're ill...people soup?.....nah!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 10, 2012 )

Gont feel Bad Bea






Haha dont feel Bad Bea...... there are 20 chickens feet in my fridge that equals 10 hens running round without legs.....

Worse still when we buy chicken wings..... but then again chickens can't usually fly very well.

One of my sayings is that everything should have an equal chance of being eaten....but then some crafty humans get cremated...... I can here all the worms now.... "Dinners Burnt Again !!!"

PS I dont eat the feet but the wings are fine...

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: August 11, 2012 )

Cock-a-doodle do!
Methinks you've overdosed on too much chicken my friend, and the result is all the "squarking" we hear on this post.

Wonder if they READ poetry here on lit...they might conduct a raid on your refrigerator to retrieve their loved ones remains! lol

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: August 12, 2012 )

here here




Yep too much Chicken effects the brain... cant even spell hear correct now.... maybe I can blame my mobile phones predictive text....and tiny 50x60mm screen.

There is a Chicken Farm a few miles away (Thank Goodness) from my home in Culgaith..... To a chicken probably far worse than Belsen.... Where mass murder occurs daily. Automated killing machinery which in the past has failed a number of times causing birds to move to the second stage of production live before dying.

My last wife knew the Owner very very well (Frank Bird) but refused to work for his empire.... Janet was a butcher and back then we never ate much chicken....we could spoil ourselves on the very best slaughtered beasts chosen by the Family Butcher shop whose owner who was a bit of a celebrity in the farming world. They often won awards for their "Cumberland Sausage" and quality of meats.

Now I am being educated in the wide variety of vegetables available on this planet.... Vancouver is probably one of the finest places in the world for it's culinary delights.

haha still like Fish and Chips with Mushy peas but you can stick McDonalds where the sun don't shine.

Haha whats all that about squawking.....

Dont be absurd said the sad old bird
sure there's nobody wants to eat me
When your past your prime it's fine
though it's age that finally beat me
I'm fair enough strutting my stuff
while the plumage seen better days
If you get very old or so I am told
it's much harder to change your ways

Who hasn't danced to the Chicken Song?

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: August 12, 2012 )

Chicken Soup
A cure all...My grandma made the best chicken soup with huge noodles.. what memories your poem has stirred up...Thanks Bea. Kacee

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: September 7, 2012 )

Chicken Soup
Thanks Kacee...Lit.org is like coming home for Mom's chicken soup...we may stray to test the waters elsewhere, but always come home to nest and be nurtured.

Come and stay awhile!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: September 9, 2012 )

soup and bourbon
when I was really sick, with flu or something, mom gave me soup...dad would fix me a hot-toddy with milk and sugar in hot tea with lemon and a shot of bourbon.

The soup was good, the bourbon made me sing.

BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: September 16, 2012 )

cluck cluck
Grown up chickens, we eat but a few
compared to the number that never got through.
For their babies we harvest before they can hatch
and eat in the billions, they're easier to catch!

But we fussy you know and we all like 'free range',
we consider the mothers, though I find it quite strange.
To be proud that we're killing a happier bird
seems somewhat to me just a little absurd.

At least if they're miserable kept in wire cages
or packed like sardines in a large barn for ages
then maybe when killed they'd be happy to go
and not miss the life where death came too slow.

An egg in the morning, boiled, poached or fried
makes stealing hen's babies just an 'aside'
And the exquisite flavour of Mum's chicken soup
is worth the mass murder in their chicken coup


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: October 8, 2012 )

Which came first????

Ivan's Back! Haven't had an egg in years...too much cholestrol..I stick with Egg Beaters. Now you've got me thinking of the poor mother...going to all that trouble giving birth, just so we can have breakfast in the morning!!

Stay awhile!!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: October 9, 2012 )

RE: Mom's Chicken Soup
A fun, playful and enjoyable piece; didn't get much chicken soup in my youth - not sure what that means in retrospect; my initial thought when I spied the title was the book series "Chicken Soup for the Soul"; now that's mighty fine eating for one's spirit and soul!

-Joe Breunig
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
A Journey Of... Poetic Purpose

( Posted by: jjbreunig3 [Member] On: November 8, 2012 )

Mom's chicken soup!
Thanks Joe...when the world is too much and troubles assail you...Start the water boiling! lol

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: November 11, 2012 )





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