This poem was inspired long ago when I saw a young woman treat her grandmother to a bowl of soup at a restaurant. The tenderness, the loving care with which he offered the soup and apparently the grandmother, as she struggled to recognize her granddaughter and swallow the soup. The heartrending scene, and yet the gentleness, the tenderness, the miraculous sense of human connection that I witnessed. I felt I was privileged to witness this in a public place and I can resist putting it down as oversoup
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:29
This was exquisite storytelling. Such a lovely way of capturing all those little nuances and tender moments. All the things that are not said in those exchanges. It was really exquisite