At The Pumpkin Patch

Mama stands next to me
Her hair golden in the sun
At the farm 
By the pumpkin patch

She is holding a small pumpkin
Its ridges are uneven and it has
A spot of dirt on it but 
I don’t mind 
In fact, I find it cute

Daddy stands farther away
Playing with my baby sister
Part of me wants to join in
But a deeper, stronger part of me
Tells me to stay put
So I do

It smells of hay outside
And the crisp scent 
Of autumn 
I am young 
A mere three years
But even I understand
The beauty this day
Has to offer

Mama grabs my hand 
Squeezing it
Gently 
And places a kiss in my
Strawberry hair

I giggle and open
My mouth to speak
But for once
I can’t think of anything
To say 
And so I
Make the choice
To stay silent

Mama’s smile is 
Brighter than the sun