Poetry- "Soups"
Soups
By Wayne Campbell
Who
remembers having soup on Saturday?
Sure
you do! It was customary to see Mom in the kitchen as early as the rooster
crows
Preparing
Turnips, Pumpkins, Carrots, Irish Potatoes, Oh Yes! Who can forget the flour dumpling?
Dumplings
without cornmeal and as huge as a cartwheel,
Yellow
Yam as dry as starch and coco too
Garlic,
Dasheen, Escallion and yes, the Scotch Bonnet pepper for that flavour
Do you remember that big aluminium pot that was only used on Saturdays?
Do you remember that big aluminium pot that was only used on Saturdays?
For
soup, whether its chicken feet
Red
Peas soup with salt beef and soup bone
Green
Gungo soup with salt beef and soup meat
Manish
Water with goat meat or Fish tea soup
You
either had mom’s soup or go hungry
As
you grew into a teen you found out that you did have a choice
To
go on the road and buy fast food
With
friends who were rebelling themselves
No
more soups
It
wasn’t macho to stay at home having soup when
All
the community boys were going to Saturday matinee with their girls or so you
were led to believe
Have
you continued the tradition with your family now that you are all grown up?
Or
have you thrown wind to that which has identified us as Jamaicans
What
do you remember about your soup experience?
Which
is your favourite soup?
© 2013
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