Went shopping and the smell of Fall
Is in the air, so I took a drive to no where
In particular, just to see the colours
And the changing of the seasons; smell the air.
It was relaxing despite the nutty drivers
Speeding by in a hurry to hit the next red light
And as I pulled up I’d smile and silently
Wish them a great day and blessed night.
It’s Sunday, our day, you know the one day
Of the week when we’d connect for an hour
Or two, you in your home
And I in mine, as we chatted on the phone.
I still use the headset I bought, it seems so
Very many years ago; in order to be able
To help you at 80 years of age
Tackle the computer; oh how you did amaze!
Almost bought the chicken, you know the
One that I’d stew on a cool Sunday afternoon,
Making that huge pot of soup with everything
In it but the kitchen sink, as we chatted on the phone.
Chicken soup and you; somehow they belong together
And it just doesn’t seem right to start making it again
Without you here to give me hints of what
To leave out, and what to put in.
So the chicken soup will have to wait a wee bit longer
Until a less melancholy day, when I’m feeling stronger,
Not missing you this way.
'Night Dad, it was great chatting with you today.
Chicken soup for the soul, who ever thought of that?
I bet they must have met you Dad, ‘cause without
The ingredient of your love and your soul
It would be nothing more than liquid in a bowl.