The Littlest Pumpkin
Week after week I can hear the laughter
echoing throughout the old tilled field
I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust
rubbing upon my toughened orange skin
The rains have come and my bed has become muddy
the laughs are getting softer as each day passes
I can see others carried away
but why not me
I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters
but I am perfect
not a blemish upon me
but here I sit
almost all alone left to rot.
Off in the distance I hear a little voice
"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "
"No mommy that one is ugly"
I hear her getting closer
pick me. please please pick me
Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen
Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.
She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.
"Look mommy I found one"
"no it's not too small"
" It is just right"
My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.
Here on this fairy princess night stand.
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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