A sestina about soup

My mom’s soup

Is my favorite comfort.

My heart is warm

And my stomach is satisfied,

With her soup that is homemade.

My grandma also makes a homemade

Dish, that you could call a soup.

We call it wild rice hotdish, my family is satisfied

Because of the pure comfort

That it brings with it’s delicious

Flavors that keep the soul warm.

When the summer is warm,

My family always makes homemade

Sun tea, and it’s so delicious.

In the fall, my mom makes potato soup

And this year she taught me how. It will bring my comfort

When I’m away from home. I will remember home and be satisfied.

My heart is satisfied

When the woodstove is keeping us warm,

Along with my favorite blanket to comfort

Me. These times my mom makes homemade

Chili, which is technically a soup,

It’s so wonderful and delicious.

Another one of my families delicious

Meals is made with beef, which satisfied

my need for soup.

It is beef stew, which is also warm,

And made using bacon that is homemade.

It is a traditional German dish that is made to comfort.

Cooking itself is a great comfort

To me. When I make delicious

Meals, I feel a sense of accomplishment, I am personally satisfied

With my work. The act of cooking, alone, is like a warm

Woodstove in my soul. Though, I dont much prefer cooking soup.

My greatest comfort that keeps me satisfied

Is the delicious feeling of warm

Meals that are homemade, like soup.

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This poem was inspired by my mom and her love for cooking. I grew up watching cooking shows and helping her cook all the time, so this was a poem that I got to reminisce on a lot while writing. I was trying to convey a light hearted feeling as well as a home feeling. I really like the last line “meals that are homemade, like soup” I think it just came out really funny. As far as lines that I am the most proud of, I really like when I talked about my Grandma’s cooking and how beef stew is a traditional German dish. I think adding a little heritage into writing is good and I think adding my grandma into it made the homestyle feel even stronger. I used imagery, simile, and personification. I really love the way I was able to personify the feeling of comfort, I think it makes it feel like I am sitting in certain scenes of my poem. Simile and imagery fell into this poem by accident because I was talking about food and other things that remind me of home, and I compared a lot of feelings to actual objects.