lemons

Lemons
They only last so long
Like sun­sets and seasons
Sad­ness or grievance
Like you or me

Youth
It only ex­ists a moment
Frames of nos­tal­gic polaroids
Brown­ing with age
Fad­ing recollections

Kind­ness
It hap­pens occasionally
For un­known generosity
Or un­chart­ed intentions
Of­ten go­ing unnoticed

Pa­tience
It comes by few of us
And of­ten forgotten
Overlooked
Yet sin­cere­ly revered

Peo­ple
They’re only there for a fraction
Over­lap­ping unevenly
You knew a life with­out me
Yet, I’ve al­ways ever known you

Ex­pi­ra­tion
Every­thing is perishable
Like lemons, like youth
Peo­ple, their pa­tience or kindness
Yet, what can be cultivated
Is kept eternally

—aman­da maurer

Flom­mist Aman­da Mau­r­er likes art and bugs. She is also an in­tro­vert­ed artist with a lot to say. Heavy tea drinker. Finds joy in sim­ple as­pects of life. Copy­right © 2017 Aman­da Mau­r­er. Foto by mehallo.

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