In your garden grew a beautiful lemon tree
In mine there was a papaya tree
We breakfasted on fresh papayas
sprinkled with ginger
and drizzled with lemon juice
Until one day a raging storm
blew down the papaya tree
Now we eat our breakfasts alone
and you take your lemons to market
Previously published as part of Gabrielle Bryden's Citrus Fiesta.
I've also posted another poem about Malawi on my Shapeshifting Green blog, you can read it here.