The Lemon Sky
The sound of my mom’s
sandals as they softly
click across the floor
on her way to fetch flour
to bake a lemony cake,
and the sharpness of echoing time,
remembering her vitality.
A welcome treat where ingredients
went in haphazardly, no rhyme
nor reason at all
A smatter of salt she’d call out
singsong in her pantry
one pat of butter, an extra is better
I see this through my sorrow
as memories creep in
for mother is no longer here
a revolving carousel of odds,
bone pain, hospital stays,
diligence, cancer,
hopes that came and went
and with it our stolen future
reinforced love in that eternity the echo
It doesn’t matter how much you…..
vanilla extract for flavor she emphasized
A dab of baking powder
now all was ready for the blender
childhood is restless
my childhood was in her heart,
looking out from her wheelchair
at the San Jose skyline
bathed in sunrise hues
in silence, blessing me,
her face anticipating closure
leaving me behind
Duty falls to love, let me stand
behind your chair and clasp
your rounded shoulders again
Three egg whites folded in gently
a finishing touch to act
Necessity passes to humility
let me check your hands
once more for fading black and blue
She’d chitter-chatter
while explaining,
lemon zest for icing
Her heart was tender
and purer than white sugar
Let me fold the blanket
I laid across your knees
with comfy slippers
I settled on your feet
her sandals clicking
across the kitchen floor…
and place the memory
of that bright lemon sky
on a shelf of purity
Copyright 2025 by Liz Fortini
Bio:
Liz Fortini dabbles in writing poetry, and is involved in many activities. She lives in Northern California with her husband Ron, and in her leisure time likes to take walks.
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