I Love Soup: Ode to Laura Jill

I Love Soup
By Jeanne Giardino-Zanegood

I wrap my hands around my favorite over sized mug.
I inhale. I smile.
The mug is warm.
Inviting.

It is filled to the rim with a promise of delicious comfort.
I admire its color.
Red. Rich and thick.
Hints of green herbs that bubble up from it's lovely depths.
I inhale. I smile,
The mug is warm.
Beckoning.

I lift the cup to my lips. Ouch! Too hot.
I take my spoon.
Plastic, no metal to burn my lips.
I lift up a taste, but blow gently first.
The taste is my comfort. Simple food. Delicious.
I inhale. I smile.
The mug is warm.
Heaven.

The mug sits empty and the warm soup fills my soul.
I inhale. I smile.
My heart is warm.
Peace.