Description: my friend and i have "the soup can" for when we get sick and give it to one another and i was just staring at it. and this happened. it's sorta sad...but i'm not...the soup can makes me happy but that was a good ending i thought. any comments are welcome.
Some sweet images and connections with the meanings we attach to things. Symbols can be so important in our lives.
I would not eat soup for many years. Then I realized it was because that is what my mother gave me when I was sick. It was twenty or more years after her death before I could enjoy soup and feel the love that connected to it.
Thank you for giving me these images. Great ending as well.
Haha I like this write, its comedic with a moral. The last line makes the poem and is awsome. To imagine you have the best thing and no way to get it to it,what a tradgety. Next you should write about the search for the can opener, I would read it.
Soup is how you know was indeed over done here but I have to agree with maggie it would make a nice hallmark card for a sick friend and the last line was a funny little kicker keep up the good work adnil
The ending was quite funny. I think this would make for a nice Hallmark card, complete with little cartoons. As a poem, it was a little off with it's flow. And I think you repeated "soup is how you know" more than nessacary. But overall, this was really sweet. I am glad you have a friend or a "soup buddy" you can rely on. You were right, soup do make a world of difference when you are ill. I think this was nicely written.