Two Jacks
To make his jack-o-lantern,
My husband wields a knife
And carves a slightly scary face
To make it come to life.
It isn’t sketched or plotted;
Just some time is all he needs
And before he’s even finished,
I have roasted all the seeds.
My son’s approach is different
For the face is deftly planned,
The features poked out gently
With some special tools at hand.
And his jack-o-lantern’s friendly
Since his kids are 3 and 1;
But both pumpkins were terrific,
With both carvers having fun.
Though my husband’s has a candle
And my son’s a phony flame,
Each will flicker Halloween-like
To the family’s great acclaim.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment