I gaze upon the churning liquid
Its savory aromatics wafting through my nose
I ladle the golden liquid into my bowl
Taking special care to get extra Matzah balls
I walk back into the dining room
And the soup becomes the least of my concerns.
I sit with my family
A whole array of love
From little cousin to matriarch
We gaze at our big bowls of soup
We raise our spirits with humor
We grow closer with talk
We fill our hearts with warmth
Through soup
And each other.
For a week to come
I eat this soup
Those same smells of love
And family
With each spoonful of soup
I remember the that night
Even now months later
I feel this soup in my heart
I remember the joy
The love.
I long to taste it again
The taste of family
The taste of love
The taste of Matzah ball soup