Shirley Alexander Poems
Sometimes, Life Gives You Lemons
I remember Easter dresses. Folds of pastel cotton.
Embroidery. Lace edges. Starched bow sashes.
Scent of sunlight and my mother’s lemon sachet.
But, I am a quiet blue jeans grandmother,
browsing the pastry isle on my first Easter alone.
Not like those young girls who rush by,
breathless in their short black skirts
and loud Sunday shoes.
What brought me here, shopping alone on Easter?
Oh yes, I had a desire for sweet lemon and coffee.
It was barely Robin blue, that dress I wore for you
our last Easter picnic together.
You fed me lemon cake with ...
Walking On Water
You prance your masculinity
sharp as bullets in my life,
never a gentle touch.
I will swim in waters deep,
places you can never reach.
You have not learned