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.