The four large, fragrant lemons in the old wooden bowl
Speak to me of love, laughter and friendship.
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They tell me of their tree that shaded little girls
Playing with dolls till dusk,
Of the sweet, tart lemonade we sipped through years
Of Birthday parties and on hot summer days.
The lemons smile knowing the secrets we shared,
Of the boys we liked, first kisses and the lies we told our parents.
They whisper to me of their presence in my life,
Through the years of Childhood innocence,
Marriages, Births, Heartbreaks and even Death.
Today is my Birthday and the lemons are here,
As messengers from my best friend,
That I am loved.
Marilyn Keever
March 29, 2006
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