Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Chicken Soup by Ed Galing

 Ed Galing sent me this poem shortly before he died in Dec. 2013:

most of all
i remember
my mother's
chicken soup.

lower east side
i was often sick
my mother
fed me with
a large spoon.
"Eat, eat, you will feel better!"
that aroma
some secret ingredient
did its job.

my mother
my father smacking
his lips.

she said it was
a jewish dish
but the bible
did not say

" Moses on the Mount,
had a bowl
before he got the
ten commandments."

the entire building
smelled of chicken soup
and matzoh balls 

At 96
i'm still not 
i sip the soup
and eat the matzoh balls