Canned Memories

~ Candace

Canned Memories

 

The days have grown shorter and

there is a chill hovering around the

last of the Maple leaves, as they dangle

listlessly from the branches that nourished them

Thoughts turn to all things warm – sweaters and

blankets and soup. My freezer is stocked with

containers of tomato soup made from the

fruit of our garden. Ripened by the sun, picked

and peeled, chopped and simmered with garlic and

basil and onion – ready to warm the body when

Winter makes itself at home, here.

But the soup that warms my soul with memories

is the kind that came in a red and white can, the one

made famous by Andy Warhol.  The soup my mother

served for lunch with small round crackers and a

cup of hot chocolate.

 

 

Poetics: Time for Soup!

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11 thoughts on “Canned Memories”

  2. Great title, Candy, and I love the whole build-up to your childhood memory of canned soup: image of the ‘Maple leaves, as they dangle’ and thoughts turning to ‘all things warm – sweaters and / blankets and soup’ – the things I love about autumn and winter. The description of tomatoes ‘ripened by the sun, picked / and peeled, chopped and simmered with garlic and /
    basil and onion’ made my mouth water.

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  3. A poem infused with sensory images, those sun-ripened tomatoes “simmered with garlic and
    basil and onion – ready to warm the body,” and then the strong memories from childhood, how that Campbell’s soup comforted your body and made you feel loved. Beautiful!

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  5. So lovely! I especially resonate with; “Ripened by the sun, picked and peeled, chopped and simmered with garlic and basil and onion – ready to warm the body when Winter makes itself at home.” ❤️❤️❤️

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