And I was gifted with the hardiest of soups
Rich and filling
Brimmed with reminders of stereotypical home
With rich oak floors
Hand cut by a grandfather or old family friend
Worn in by dogs padded paws
And babies first steps
And maybe some last steps too.
And large roaring fireplaces
That's mantles hold antiques
And photographs,
Some so old they are the antiques
And a dining room table
or two.
Passed down from your great aunts 12th cousin
-who actually met Elvis once - if you'll believe it.
And an old attic full of puffy prom dresses
And ruffled tux shirts
White wedding gowns
And memories.
And with every bite you'll be glad senses
Are so good
At pulling the trigger
On memories.
12/29/14
Riley Welch
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