Wednesday, 19 August 2009


It warms the soul
When I lift the spoon from the bowl
To my lips they go
A hearty chicken and split pea soup
I’ve got to know
To get to the bottom of the china plate
A sensation of warming goodness on me it makes
A few sips here
A few generous slurps there
Oh how could it make my worries disappear?
I don’t want it to finish
It’s just too good to end
Bwoy… me a go box off what’s left of this soup
Made by Marie my friend!

©1st November 2008 -18.15pm Written by Angela Edgar
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