Eric, down at the courts, was married once
And had some kids. His wife then threw him out.
Still, they get along, exhibit patience,
Became good friends, since Eric’s not a lout.
And then the kids had kids. Grandchild magic
Overwhelmed, and trips up north plain multiplied
Today, extolling culinary tricks
His ex-wife performed, rapt, he confided
Details of a pot of soup she made, soup!
Leftovers of a well roasted chicken
Were simmered, seethed overnight, and then groups
Of raw veggies, chopped, added to quicken
The mellow broth—his eyes teared as he spoke;
I’d never seen his spirit so invoked!
(2/28/12)