Flowers and Frozen Lemonade

Flowers and Frozen Lemonade

Mama’s favorite Sunday treat

We picked the flowers fresh before church

We squeezed the lemons by hand

Lemon juice sticky on my fingers

Mama would wash them clean for me

I learned how to count with lemon seeds

Lining them up on the window sill

She let me pick the flower vase

And I always chose the one with butterflies

She held my hands steady to cut the flower stems

And she’d call me her sweet flower

We’d keep the flowers until next Sunday

They always lost a few petals

Now Mama’s gone

And I have a sweet flower of my own

But I’ll always remember

Flowers and Frozen Lemonade