Poem – Of Meringues and Mindsets (By A.J. Huffman)

Of Meringues and Mindsets

My mother used to make lemon pies

when somebody died.  “Because

my pies were beautiful, all fluffy and white,”

she said as if it all made perfect sense.

And I wondered at her logic.  Was it

as flawed as I initially believed?

Maybe the soft white topping to the bitter

yellow center echoed life and the common

hope that our reward for swallowing daily

trials is the serene flight into ethereal skies.