Missing

I picked out a pumpkin

To cut up and carve

I love the gooey feeling

And the smell of seeds inside

I love The mess it brings upon the table

While creating a face

Of happiness or evil

Cunningness or sorrow

Mystery or madness

Sour or kind

I love the smell of the candle

And the way it glows and gleams

Against a Halloween nighttime

So I bought my pumpkin

inside today

To warm up

So I could carve it

In delight

But father said no

What's the point?

Halloween is over

The night is through

By the time I get to carve it

November will be brand new

So my pumpkin sits on our porch

Untouched

Not living

And I cant see that candle

I had in my mind

Fathers getting older

And last year I carved mine

Alone

With no one

By my side

And as these years fly

The magic of Halloween

My Halloween

Slowly withers and dies

My mother says

It'll all change

For I just need a child

And that magic I am missing

Will come again

Into my mind

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A sad piece about the transition from the childhood magic of such occasions when excitement was easy as we had no cares, and adulthood when our lives change and we yearn for more than this. You set the picture out well in this work Kathryn.

[Shane Blackheart]

Even on November first a pumpkin is worth carving, for sure! And a child isn't always necessary to find the child-like joy in the holidays. All too often people put too much importance on growing up. I think it's something to cherish to be able to sink back into that childish mindset again. I'm assuming you had this experience in the poem? I'm sorry to hear it.

[Gaurav]

the only pure feeling about the life is - change. It is very professional and difficult yet very subtle and necessary. An ode to emotional reconnect and waves of life. Thanks for sharing.