"Soul Food"
By Cheryl Harwell Bailey

I'm ashamed of my heart sometimes. 
It's downright embarrassing,
 and there's not one thing I can do about it! Believe me, I have tried. 
Like this past Friday,
 with my family in Sarasota.
 Naturally we went to
 "Yoder's" Amish restaurant.

 As soon I put the first bite of
 "fried chicken" in my mouth, 
my eyes welled up with tears.
 I had never shed a tear over "food" before.
 I was mortified by my reaction. 
It was "Grandma Harwells" fried chicken
 all over again.

The years instantly turned back home. 
It made the old memories come alive.
 None of us, no restaurant, no take- out, 
all these years could get the taste right,
 until today!
 I felt it, nourishing my soul, 
as well as my body.