No way a measurement of me testing my Family headship, But As powerful as me calling on your name In which, Over years, Without a question to me you came, Will be the urge for she tonight To make soup for me. Because Soup around our place it is not just used to Pleasure depths that where once starving, But is used, Like a time refined art, To stir our satisfaction... Satisfaction almost as satisfying as finding that last dumpling, Is the way that's she captures That true Fused family essence - Her love, her soul - In providing Provisions of my life's daily needs. Unconditional has tonight, Like the pass nights of our marriage in Ruby's light, Formed its shape in the likeness of she. So, When the comfort of those Aromas... That Rap against my minds senses as I Step in from the world's cold embrace, Alert me as she lets me know... I'm home. And for this, I will always be in debt to you Because the way that you make soup Perfectly for me will always be So beautiful.