Saturday, January 14, 2012

Funeral Soup

My grandma had a recipe;
If you’ve heard of wedding soup,
Well, this was something different.
She made it when someone kicked the bucket.
I knew when relatives were gone,
As 5AM brought garlic wafting
To my room. It wasn’t pleasant
And I guess that was the point.
Funeral soup was meant she said
To make us thankful. We joked
We’d rather have the coffin
Than the soup. I never realized
How much I appreciated the
Gesture until the day grandma
Herself took ill and died.
It’s impossible to say how
Sad I was that she was gone.
But I knew precisely what
She would have done.
I found an old pot of hers
Under the sink and went to work
With garlic and whatever I could find.
A half-hour past before I tasted it.
Something in the soup was missing.
I leaned closer and a tear fell in.
It tasted like it always had.


  1. Awwww, what an awesome tribute to your grandma. I never had one (both died young), so I don't know what I missed, but I do spoil my grandkids shamelessly. :-) xoxo

  2. Funny how many things I've eaten lately topped with tears. I think this a beautiful testament to your grandmother! And beautifully written!

  3. Fern: Me too :(

    Marion: I only had one, Marion as one had died before I was born.

    Annie: HUG. HUG. HUG.

  4. This has to be one of the saddest poems I have ever read. this brought a tear to my eye...thank you for sharing!

  5. Are you having any problems commenting on any blogger sites?

    1. I'm having trouble commenting, Wander...which is why I'm replying to you instead of commenting.

      Ben, this is really really beautiful. Very moving.

  6. it's a really good sentimental piece. and it's told as a story, which has a ton of power. very nice.

  7. Thanks, Ed. I don't usually write the longer poems but I'm happy to know people got so much from the effort I put in :-)


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