My First Grilled Cheese

I remember climbing into a chair,  

The smell of butter in the air,

An electric griddle puffing out steam here & there. 

Mom cut it into fours, to make it easier for my little paws,

Each gooey bite was better than the one before.

Then there was soup as red as blood,

Creamy & steamy, but it tasted so good,

"It's tomato," Mom said, "The only soup to have with grilled cheese."

"And, you can even dunk it in there."  Then, she showed me with ease.

"It's the perfect hot lunch on a cold day like this."