Ode to Dr. Pepper

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?

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome and How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir with another novel on the way. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com.

4 thoughts on “Ode to Dr. Pepper”

  1. I remember when I was a child and American TV stations would come in during the summer here in Alberta. One of the commercials advertised something called Dr. Pepper. My sister's friend said she drank some once and it was really sweet. But you can't get much information from a discription. When I went on a short-term missions trip to Mexico in 1977, my friends and I drove through the states. One of the first things I did when we crossed into Montana was order a Dr. Pepper at the first restaurant we went to. It was delicious. The next year, Dr. Pepper was available in Canada. I was disappointed in its watered-down taste. The American version was thicker and sweeter. I rarely buy Dr. Pepper now but there are times when I feel nostalgic about that soft drink.

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