This morning I’ll put sugar in my tea.
I don’t do it often (you know what They
Say about sugar), it’s usually
Just a little milk and a longish steep.
Today though, I feel differently.
Today is a day I might need a bit
Of sweetness to temper the news I’ll get
Which tastes of bitterness, sourness, salt
I put one cube, no, two inside my cup
And stir, clockwise, watching the snow-white
Squares turn to mud-slush, and I sip slowly
As the tannins fade away, and I smile.
Today will be a day of two sugars,
Of listening and breathing and planning.
It will be a day of new things, hard things,
Important things. I’ll go to it, sweetly.
Carol Wiley Cassella, M.D., served as Handling Editor for this submission.
Accepted for publication August 19, 2016.
Elizabeth Brooke Baker; Formal Diagnosis. Anesthesiology 2017; 126:755 doi: https://doi.org/10.1097/ALN.0000000000001364
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