Love…
…was “sugar” to my Grandmother when she was kissed on the cheek. Her smile when one of us kids “gave her some sugar” is indelibly stamped upon my heart. I feel like she must have when you kiss me on my forehead.

From the novel “I Say Who, What and Where!” by Merce Cardus
No matter
where we
come from,
a little
sugar
is what
everybody
demands in life,
what everybody
needs in life.
It’s perhaps the
main ingredient
that keeps
us alive.