Mama's Soup Kitchen. Short Story
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Mama's Soup Kitchen was a place for people that gathered together in their informal cotton wear , and old brown shoes with their friendly smiles, and easy conversations.
It was a place where turkeys were going to be baked for Thanksgiving for everyone that was either living on bare streets without homes, or if they slept in parked, or junked cars.
Little Penny Taylor stood in line beside her mom, and dad. Dad's job had gone sour, and all it took was a matter of time before they found themselves broke on the streets , and in line, and with almost no money.
Penny held on tightly to the side of her mother's dress, and to her baby doll . She was a very quiet little child, and she asked her mother if there would be cherry pie,and if there would be canned yams, and cold drinks.
Mr. Taylor held in one hand his Bible as proud as any poor man could. The book had large printed words. It was just a worn out paper bound Bible, but he carried it with him no matter where he went. He felt secure with it in his right hand .
As for Mr.s Taylor, she unzipped her purse to check for papers that would show the Christian ladies at the fold out desk the special number that she was issued at the beginning of the line.
Sweet little Penny clutched on to her mother's dress very tight as the line moved up. It did not take long before everyone was processed, and kindly guided to large folding tables with folding chairs.
Good nice people from all over town brought special treats to Mama's Soup Kitchen.
There was plenty of food to go around. Penny , her dad, and mom ate plenty , and they had turkey, dressing, soft drinks, gravy, peas, yams, pie, sweet ham, and so so much more.
There was so much good food for Mr. Taylor to be thankful to get for his family. And in other very large buildings there were beds, cots, and large room televisions so that the homeless would have places to enjoy while they were down, and out , and financially broke , and could not afford homes, or places to rent, sleep in ,or live.
Mr. Taylor opened his Bible, and then he asked God to help him find a job, and a home for his family, and his prayers were eventually answered.
Four weeks later Penny was in her own bed in her own bed room. God had answered all the family prayers. One by one they all had their prayers answered. Everything was not perfect, but they got what they mainly wanted.
Mr.s Taylor cooked her family Thanksgiving dinner in her own kitchen the following year. Mr. Taylor received a nice job , and the family enjoyed having a better family car, and little Penny made new friends in her wonderful new elementary school.
It took time for them all to get settled, but they were grateful to God, and Heaven for the miracles that took place in their lives, and every Thanksgiving they were still thankful for the Soup Kitchen because they would always bring pies, and soft drinks, and stews, and all kinds of treats in appreciation, and for love when they made early visits to the soup kitchen before Thanksgiving dinners were served to other souls .
As long as they lived they never forgot to be kind to people that were poor, or hungry, or homeless.And no matter what went on in politics they never judged the poor, or any people that helped the poor.
One day Mr. and Mr.s Taylor got some fantastic news. Little Penny , in her secretive little intentions had drawn a beautiful picture of Mama's Soup Kitchen, and one day when she was in school her third grade teacher held it up high in the classroom for everyone to see.
Well it was not very long before another miracle took place. Somehow Penny's pastel colored picture somehow reached the press, and television, and Penny was interviewed on television by a famous talk show host.
And to make a long story short, it was not long before her school got new computers, and wonderful supplies for her school, and for many other schools. And Mama's Soup Kitchen was modernized tremendously to help many more poor souls.
As for Mr. Taylor, he always took care of his old paper back Bible. It was old, with dog eared sheets, and yellowed torn, and well read, and used pages, but it always remained somewhere close to him.
As for Mr.s Taylor, she was a happy mom. She raised more children and taught them right from wrong with her husband, and they all lived well, and blessed.
God Bless Everyone.