Bean Soup

Bean Soup

I only saw you cry,

Once,

Over bean soup,

Four boys,

No, five…Dad, too,

You wanted one daughter,

You tried four times,

Best boy Mom that God could make,

And, we got her,

You,

You slaved over that bean soup,

Pride and joy,

You smiled,

We joked,

You cried,

First time we got you flowers,

All five of us,

And, we said…Sorry,

Thank, God that’s over,

Back to normal,,

Back to joy,

Back to smiles,

Back to laughter,

Best Mom, ever!

(No more bean soup, though).

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 7, 2016

PS Happy Birthday, Mom a couple of days early (March 11^th)