Making More Than Lemonade

 A modern sonnet. 

I zest the lemons into the sauce, squeezing the juice in as well.

My boyfriend tastes the dish of pasta and says, “It’s good. It tastes bright.”

“It’s the lemons,” I reply.  Three lemons used, as taste will tell. 

I used up the lemons with zeal, to make a cream sauce taste just right. 

Life hands us lemons, yet we complain? All can’t be oranges, sweet. 

Life hands us lemons; at the least they’re pretty, appealing to see.

Their color is vivid; I find it appropriate as we eat,

To hear my boyfriend use the word ‘bright’, saying the taste is cheery. 

I am thankful for the three lemons, and for the zester, borrowed. 

I am happy for adjectives such as ‘bright’ to describe a taste.

I am glad for a sunny perspective, when life comes in sorrowed. 

I am grateful to use the rind and juice; more meal made with less waste. 

Life hands us lemons, and we can search all around for sugar, or

Take the citrus and the yellow, discerning further good in store.