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Pumpkin home

A home can be in a feeling, a memory

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Pumpkin home
Photo by Matt Eberle on Unsplash

It’s in a fall day,

Pumpkin patch, honey sticks(all colors and flavors), apple picking

Crunchy leaves on your boots

And your dad is grinning like a corny dad does,

Proud(he buys you that fresh apple cider you really wanted)

You think of him as you walk through the Halloween decorated outdoors,

You fondly remember all those wonderful fishing trips

Early in the morning

Deep blue water, cold

You’re with your family

It’s fall, and everyone is happy

No one is cold because we keep

Each other warm with our smiles and words

Later, dad starts a fire in the fireplace

Everyone make s’mores and hot chocolate

You think of your mother, too

You think of her and how much you love her

Your sisters are there, too

In your heart, like that fall day,

Where we couldn’t afford the pumpkins(especially the really big one we needed to make the roasted pumpkin seeds)

And stole them (your dad took them away in the truck)

We ran away, laughing

Because we didn’t really think fall would

Ever end.

love poems

About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

My work:

Patheos,

The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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