Stone Soup

I am the stone soup, simmering gently.

Within me, morsels gathered from eras past.

One memory from father, solid and firm.

Mother’s laughter, a pinch of sweetness.

Grief of loss, stirring with introspection.

Friend’s encouragement, spicing my soul.

Neighbor’s kindness, the salt of humanity.

Each day added, a generous spoonful.

Together shaping the depth of flavor.

Lessons learned, they seep and meld.

Bits of wisdom, simmer into the broth.

A teacher’s patience, a subtle herb.

A stranger’s smile, a sudden warmth.

Moments blend like ingredients combine.

In my pot, a comforting warmth swirls.

I alone am but vague and unfinished.

Through shared contributions, true essence.

The fire beneath, is time passing by.

With each contribution, my essence deepens.

Life is a constant simmer, endless heat.

I feed upon all who ladle their part.

In my depth, complexity resides.

Every whisper, gesture, solidifies essence.

I am this stone soup, built and bound.

A journey from simple to complex.

In the end, what sustains is shared.