Soup

You've grown with us for some two years 

I've worked here but one more

52 and just 15

I met you at the door

Knew you'd be that special kid

With those dangerous cold eyes

Hair like Fierce Flamingos

And your saddness filled the skies

I was qualified as Father

Poet, manager and ref

But now had higher calling

Teen-soup treatment daylight chef

With you, like oh so many

the ingredients were there

Greater chefs worked all around us

I was blessed to stir the fare

Many soups have been deployed here

Alphabets both hot and cold 

Bisques of all the youthful wilds

Bouillon sweet and touched by gold

For you no preconceptions

As I'm told that isn't fair

That day began a journey

For which no one could prepare

Hurt has cut you deeply here

Venting demons often will

Self assessment can be toxic

And the cure a bitter pill

You must know you've seeds of greatness

That have flown a bit off course

Not unique the inconvenience

To the children of divorce 

Stand and walk the way to win

It's now you own the show

the world holds many poisons

Drawing moths into the glow

Fight only to be peaceful

Bless a world that needs your smile

Gift us with your music

Set the lights to shame with style

Never hold to liars 

Life can be too short

Live within each moment
Sailing strong to every port

If today's the last you see me

As with time all things must cease

 This proud old chef is smiling

To have served a masterpiece.

-Hermit King-

  

For Anna