Lemons
When life sent lemons
she could cleave them in two
with just one blow.
Then squeeze them dry with one hand
till the juice ran down to her elbow.
And the pips popped out.
To that juice she’d add sugar.
She’d make sweet lemonade.
So what now?
Life sends so many lemons.
She can only slip over on the sour skins.
Julia Groves Has been writing poems for over fifty years. During her working life she wrote funny poems for events for her workmates. She has been attending Helen Ivory’s poetry class for the last five years. This has broadened the scope of her poetry considerably. In 2008 she had a brain hemorrhage but was lucky enough to be left with only slight disabilities.