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.