Black Poetry : She Makes Me Soup

[waynethomas]

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.

 

[4EVERLUV]

waynethomas:
I had logged out and read this
and had to log back in.
OMG....this is so lovely and beautiful
and I luv the title.
Must be nice......



Much luv

 

[watzinaname]

Loved the use of "soup", both as a metaphor and in practice, the word conjurs up such homey images. It is clear that this lady nourishes you, in every way you need to be fed. The warmth was felt in this piece, as well as your appreciation of her.

 

[PLATINUMILLITY1]

Beautiful Poem Wayne.....She Is special to you as I am Sure you are special to her and it it so wonderful for that to be realized and share...It is Sheer Beauty!!!!!
Continue Brother

 

[$$RICH$$]

awesome write poeticly on da soup click