A Mother is like a Lemon Meringue Pie

Lemon cake filled with lemon curd and topped w...

Lemon cake filled with lemon curd and topped with toasted meringue (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Perhaps there would be fewer divorces if the world learned to honour mothers, if men remembered the things their mothers taught them instead of being distracted by machismo. Perhaps not – because not all mothers teach their sons well, nor are all wives strong. And sometimes people are just too different from each other…

I decided to jump on to the Mother’s Day bandwagon and write about it  since you can’t seem to escape from it.

It seems that Mother’s Day was originally another Day of women’s solidarity

Here is an extract from The Mothers’ Day Proclamation written by Julia Ward Howe, a feminist and abolitionist, in 1870.

“ We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,

Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn

All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.”

Fantastic piece of writing – isn’t it?

This comes from a wonderful  blog –The Roots of Mother’s Day and takes the Day to an entirely different level. Moving away from flowers, brunches and gifts – the inevitable commercialisation of Mother’s Day to something with a deeper meaning – mothers who want to remain mothers, mothers who don’t want their sons to die, mothers who don’t want other mothers sons to die.

The cards, and the flowers and general brouhaha are so over-the-top that my cat Daisy has an upset stomach from all the sweetness floating around. My children refuse to celebrate the day and Anne Jarvis, whose  idea it first was – at her mother’s memorial service in 1908 was quite dismayed at what advertisers, jewelers, restaurateurs and other such have done to it. In 1914 it became an official holiday, but by 1920 Jarvis wanted the decision reversed – disgusted by what the day had become instead of what she had imagined – a celebration of time spent between  a mother and child.

Perhaps you decide to go on a trip with your Mum, instead of  spending just one day with her. These tips from Travel Freak will make you laugh even as you absorb the loving suggestions from Steve .

I can’t spend the day with my mother, who lives on another continent – but I will go on holiday with her later in the year and for tomorrow there’s always Skype, and e-cards and my sister who can cook her asparagus for lunch and take her walking in the woods.

As for me, a Mom three times over  I have only one child  in the same country at the moment. We may do something  – perhaps an all day breakfast (my favourite meal, rivaled only by tea, mid morning coffee and ummm pre-dinner cocktails) at Rose Cafe. There are a huge number of events to choose from though. Spoilt for choice we may simply watch Star Trek, window shop, try on lipstick and glitter eye shadow, get a massage, cuddle a puppy, rescue a cat or fight and make up. Who knows what the day has in store for us.

Far from feeling soppy and sentimental – all the uber the top clichés about mothers bring out the rebel in me. And as a cheers to that I’ve written an irreverent poem  –

A Mother is like a Lemon Meringue Pie

A perfect baiser,

snowy peaks prepared to perfection

with just the right amount of sugar,

slowly baked in a cool oven

to set the twirled heights into their appearance of



Underneath that fairy lightness,

a layer of lemon curd, smooth,

a little sweet but also quite tart –

there’s no fooling you with honeyed words,

and any moment the lemony sourness could leap out and bite your tongue.

Beneath that perfect mix of light crisp sweetness and soft smooth sourness,

the base of pastry,

reliable, strong, earthy.

You know that pastry won’t crumble.

Holds the whole together,


the flavours and textures

of light, smooth, sweet, sour


a spot to launch the rockets of desire.

Isn’t a mother like a lemon meringue pastry?

Delicious and pretty.


About Kalpana

Trying to change the world one blog post at a time. I write. It's the best thing I can do. I am the Hanged Man, the Fool, the sometime Magician. Whether I travel in my imagination or in real life I write about it and show you pictures either through my photography or through the pictures I paint with my words. I read books and write fiction. During working hours I teach English as an Additional Language. I edit.

Posted on May 12, 2013, in Divorce and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Beautiful site, well written and interesting. Thank you for following my blog.

  2. Lovely poem and a beautiful tribute to mom.

  3. Stumbled upon this blog. Loved reading it. 🙂

  4. what a delightful ode to mom and how true- loved the poem 🙂

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