Laughter and Lemonade  As I recall first taste of lemonade from
tall, cold glass Mom served from patio when I swung high in cool
and leafy shade of tree where she once played long years ago,
I smile. I’m thankful for her gentle care. The years were
rolling silver dollars spent. My mom and I both lived so
unaware, it seemed, that change could come without a hint– one
day it happened instantly in time. How strange! I did not notice
right at first– when hands of kindness ceased their pantomime,
and shook until my world collapsed, then burst. When bands of
angels flew from Heaven’s shade, they took the one who poured
sweet lemonade.   c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols  7
comments to Laughter and Lemonade    1. [...] poems on David
Harrison’s blog and (grab your hankies) for the tear jerker on
Freeda’s blog. I’m so not putting my Halloween poem up in its
current state after reading the Halloween [...]    2. This is so
beautiful it blurs my vision, Freeda. The depth of feeling and
the smooth rhythm are sublim