I've been sick with a cold all week. That means, yes, you can feel sorry for me, and yes, I've been operating on partial-fuzz-brain, so I've relied heavily on coffee. (Oh, let's be honest...when do I not rely heavily on coffee? This week was no different than any other week, except that it involved a larger number of Kleenex boxes and lot of coughing.)
At any rate, my coffee dependency made me think of this poem I wrote way back in 2007.
Happy Poetry Friday, happy coffee drinking, and here's to health!
How Do I Love Thee, Coffee? Let Me Count the Ways
by Karen Edmisten
(with sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My cup can reach.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
most quiet need (which is to start the day with you.)
I love thee freely (as I strive to awaken.)
I love thee purely (as one who is addicted.)
I love thee with a passion (which is embarrassing.)
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
when I was pregnant
(and had morning-noon-and-night sickness)
but my love is so strong
it was reclaimed when all sickness had passed.
I love thee with the breath (though coffee breath be not pleasant)
with the Smiles, tears, of all my life!
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death,
for surely there is coffee in Heaven.
Carol Varsalona has the round up this week at Beyond Literacy Link.