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"Mes de los Muertos"

Sunday Afternoon

By Barbara Link

Sunday Afternoon

I took a nap today with
My lemon meringue pie.
Face to warm dish,
Tongue ready,
For spilled crumbs
Like delicious dirt on
The pink chenille bedspread.

Grandma's secret recipe,
One-half teaspoon of vinegar
In the crust,
Juice of two lemons, egg yolk,
Cornstarch,
Stirred, slowly, slowly,
Simmering, thickening,
Melting in
A dollop of yellow butter,
The size of a hen's egg.

Luscious lemon filling,
Warm meringue pillows,
On the afternoon bed,
It's an angel of a pie.

In case you have no
One to sleep
With,
Consider the pie,
Rhubarb is surprising but
Messy, all that pink juice.
Lemon is more elegant,
Quivery, yet firm enough to press
Through with
A silver knife.








Article © Barbara Link. All rights reserved.
Published on 2016-12-12
Image(s) are public domain.
2 Reader Comments
Anne S. Da Vigo
12/27/2016
04:21:52 PM
Luscious poem!
Steven Smith
01/19/2017
02:22:06 AM
I remember going to the basement of the Congregational Church for pie after the Community Concert, and I always picked the lemon meringue. It was exactly what I wanted. Nummy, nummy.
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