Light falling on fresh lemons
their golden orbs are open pored
and they’re set in half shadow
on that heirloom Doulton platter.
You are young and supple
and wear a waisted floral dress
and you lean right over
our deep claw footed bath
in your hand is the old enamel jug.
We three little girls sitting in suds
all giggles and pulling soapy long hair
up into funny tall points
and you rinse our fair heads twice over
with sure hands, rainwater and lemon juice.
Katherine Healy
Crafers, SA
