After reading a post on Writing Life Stories, I was reminded of a poem I wrote several years ago about my favorite soft drink. Don’t ask me how a poem about making real butter reminded me of a poem about Dr. Pepper. My mind works in mysterious ways. This poem is from How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. I posted it on this blog last year as part of the post Moxie Versus Dr. Pepper. It won’t hurt to post it again.
Ode to Dr. Pepper
I like to swallow its cold carbonation,
feel it come back into my mouth in the form of a belch.
Oh, that feels so good!
I drink it in mid afternoon.
It helps me get through the day.
I sometimes consume it in the evening
when I’m sleepy, and it’s too early for bed.
In the good old days,
I drank a lot of it,
just what the doctor ordered.
Now, the doctor says it has too much sugar
so I limit my consumption to one or two cans a day.
What would I do without it?