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Making Lemonade, a poem



My two youngest are in the kitchen
Making lemonade
A strange concoction
Of honey and lemon
with a bit of water
Sounds the song of approval
My little boy declares
It is delicious
Their best recipe yet
and he gulps it down
I can’t help but think
How we often miss out
In life’s simple pleasures
The treasures of life
But how
At the same time
We urge to get past them
As children
They live fully in the moment
No obstacle ever daunts them
They rarely sit and mope
About what they’ve been given
They try
They strive
They fall and then rise
They are beauty itself
And I am just a silent passenger
Watching and waiting
For the moment they will learn to fly.

© Sumyanna 2016


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Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: passenger


Writer of poetry and seeker of knowledge. I hope to inspire and be inspired by my words and the world around me.

13 thoughts on “Making Lemonade, a poem

    1. Oh, I think the sweetness would kill me! 🙂 They are such a joy to watch though. Don’t know how they can stomach that much sugar, but I’m sure our parents asked themselves the same question.

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