This is a guest post from my daughter. I couldn’t resist sharing. She is fourteen and a lot like her mama.

Sweet Tea

Cut me open and what will you see? An entire gallon of sweet tea.

When I’m at a restaurant in despair I know that sweet tea will be there

When I’m old dying all I need is an IV filled with sweet tea

Why am I writing this poem you ask? Because sweet tea will always last.

While divorces go through
And love fades away
A path, sweet tea, will pave.

I know this is crazy and slightly obsessive but hey sweet tea’s a blessing

With sugar so sweet and lemon so sour it’s in sweet tea that I will shower.

With my heart filled with glee, sweet tea is bæ, don’t judge me, okay?

-Rachel Woodland