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Happy Mother’s Day - May 12, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 12, 2024
  • 1 min read

she takes the bones

out of the broth  dices

the frig’s orphaned vegetables

two large carrots  ¼ onion

10 string beans  some zip-locked

spinach  rice from last night’s

takeout  defrosts and cubes

a mystery meat and throws

it all in the pot

 

before long the smell snakes

through the house and under

her son’s door who puts down his

phone  closes a book and bare-

foots it down to the kitchen

 

Hungry?

 

Mothers are the homemade soup

that has no name

 
 
 

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