i am wearing a purple sweater
and leggings
i love leggings
i love feeling like fall
it feels like waking up, unscripted
it smells like halloween
not to chilly
but chilly enough to crave hot apple cider
and a blanket and a blazing fire
i want to be watching the holiday
with a book next to me - not being read
there for comfort
mom yells in from the kitchen
“the chicken soup is done”
i knew that. i have been eating the celery out of the soup for hours
she brings be a mug of chicken soup
with rice or pasta. no parsley.
only grandma serves it with parsley.
grandmas is more hearty
rice and pasta, peas, leeks.
moms is comforting, natural
no salt, whole celery, carrots and onions
made from a hen, not a chicken
but, shh, that is the secret that nobody knows