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. *A Halloween repost