I’d like to be born as a lemon
With a bright yellow coat
Strong when green
Juicy when ripe
All would pick me by the dozens
Pickle me, show me off in a bowl.
Chefs would lovingly knead me to release my juices
And sprinkle me with flair
My aroma would fill the air
I’d be a fruit extraordinaire!
Oh, why wouldn’t I be a lemon
A progeny of citron and sour orange,
Dating back thousands of years,
Born in an exotic place,
Where once I was rare, now desired.
I’d love to be a lemon
With my zest adding texture to your cake,
tartness to your meals,
And glam to your skin
A slice of me in your gin
A wedge for your tequila
I’d be the remedy for your hangover.
You would be so attached to me,
You wouldn’t let go of my peel
You’d use me to shine your dishes
Or compost my dried up cheek.
Yes, a lemon I would be;
every kid’s first entrepreneurial gig
and part of every advisor’s favorite affirmation – “when life gives you lemons …”

#NaPoWriMo 
Prompt 18 – A desire to be something else.