By Joyce Ashuntantang

When life gives me lemons

I don’t make Lemonade

I hold them in my hands

And look at them

Lovingly…deeply…and I say:

Behold, these are lemons!

My eyes drink in

Their fine sunny color

Their skin evenly rough to the touch

Revives the nerves in my palms

Their pointed nipple tips

Tickle the edges of my nose

As I breathe in the healing fragrance

I cut them open and

Their tangy taste wakes up my insides

Alert, I engage life face-to-face

Energized, healed and renewed

Lemonade is an added luxury;

When life gives me lemons

I enjoy them in their own right!