Lemonade

It was Cinco de Mayo Pillow case on his head No more breathing time An ambulance sped Sped 'round ever corner Calling out his name Shot a rabbit from the back seat window Sat and watched the summer corn grow Ate ice cream in a desert dream And got lost in father's singing Too hot inside Too hot outside Lazy days when I said let's go for a ride We'll sail on Spirit Lake Me, my pappy, and his lemonade Tim and Tina were my parents' names They got engaged They were inflamed Seduced by the light of butterflies How they shimmer, how they glimmer Those butterflies We seven kids We almost died Nearly put to death By lightening strikes Instead there was hot, pink Flashes in the sky We climbed the rocks, in snow and rain In search of magic powers To heal our mother's pain