Chicken Noodle Soup
The afternoon was rather sunny
but there was a harsh wind blowing
and the sneaky creepy cold found its way into my bones,
seizing my warmth and my cheer.
So I sipped from the soup in my bowl, and
the broth banished any chill, it’s warmth
seeping through my
cup and the cardboard
ring trying
to contain it,
into my hands and down my throat,
branching out along the bronchi of my
lungs loosening
the rigid, mangled
spaghetti of my spirit
softening it,
until my cold grimace became a warm smile too.
Melissa Shaiman
<p>If I could be anywhere, I’d be by the seaside. In my free time I love to write poetry and go on new adventures! As a Geography and International Affairs major, I’m fascinated with the relationship between people, society, and their environment. I don’t know what I want to do after graduation, but I look forward to figuring it out!</p>
