Picking out the right pumpkin
We forgot
to get a pumpkin
on your vacation.
My mom
says.
Ok mom
I say.
lets go
to the market
by the house.
I drive by my
house and go
to the market
down the road.
she gets out
of the car
and almost trips.
she is so excited.
Wait!! I say.
I am fine
she says as
she walks fast
to the pumpkins
like they will be
sold out before
she gets to
them.
My mom can
barely see,
but sometimes
she goes llike
a bulldozer.
Lots of kids
running around
and my mom
starts hooting
and hollaring
with them.
I start to belly
laugh.
my mom has
always
been fun.
She starts to
cause this
big stir.
She says
loudly,
I need 2 pumpkins
one for my porch
and the other
one for
pumpkin chucking.
The kids start
screaming and
running around
in excitement.
You could hear
the kids in the
background
saying to their
parents..
we need 2 pumpkins
repeating exactly
what my mom just
said.
Watching from
behind the scrambling
kids were going
up to my mom
saying, is this one
good for throwing?
My mom would
respond, No too small
or No, too big.
some parents
were laughing.
Some were
just annoyed.
My mom
yells my name.
Honeybee!!
I got them
come here
and get them.
I walk over
and she points
down and
I pick up the pumpkins.
OK, mom.
They look
so beautiful.
They are perfect.
She grabs my
hand and walks
with me.
You are
perfect and
beautiful
she says.
Thank you
Mom. I respond.
A little boy comes
over to me
and says
hey, lady
is this your mom?
Pointing at
my mom.
Yes, I say.
This is my
mom.
He looks around
and says
in a whisper,
You want to
trade?
Your mom is cool.!
I cant trade my mom.
I say.
My mom says I am
sure your mom is
cool too.
which one is yours.
He points
at this woman
with wipes.
wiping down
everything in sight.
My mom
says, Jesus,
under her breath.
I try not
to laugh.
She seems nice.
I say.
We have to
go, I say.
It was nice
meeting you.
We both start
laughing on
the way to
the car.
My mom
gets in
the car
and says,
I hope that
boy has
a father,
if not he
has no
prayer in hell.
As we drive
away,
my mom rolls
the window
down and says,
Lady put
the damn
wipes down and
play with your
kid.
I drive off.
Mom, i say
really do
you have to
be like
that?
We both start
laughing.
She will never
change,
I will never
want her
too.
shes cool.
to get a pumpkin
on your vacation.
My mom
says.
Ok mom
I say.
lets go
to the market
by the house.
I drive by my
house and go
to the market
down the road.
she gets out
of the car
and almost trips.
she is so excited.
Wait!! I say.
I am fine
she says as
she walks fast
to the pumpkins
like they will be
sold out before
she gets to
them.
My mom can
barely see,
but sometimes
she goes llike
a bulldozer.
Lots of kids
running around
and my mom
starts hooting
and hollaring
with them.
I start to belly
laugh.
my mom has
always
been fun.
She starts to
cause this
big stir.
She says
loudly,
I need 2 pumpkins
one for my porch
and the other
one for
pumpkin chucking.
The kids start
screaming and
running around
in excitement.
You could hear
the kids in the
background
saying to their
parents..
we need 2 pumpkins
repeating exactly
what my mom just
said.
Watching from
behind the scrambling
kids were going
up to my mom
saying, is this one
good for throwing?
My mom would
respond, No too small
or No, too big.
some parents
were laughing.
Some were
just annoyed.
My mom
yells my name.
Honeybee!!
I got them
come here
and get them.
I walk over
and she points
down and
I pick up the pumpkins.
OK, mom.
They look
so beautiful.
They are perfect.
She grabs my
hand and walks
with me.
You are
perfect and
beautiful
she says.
Thank you
Mom. I respond.
A little boy comes
over to me
and says
hey, lady
is this your mom?
Pointing at
my mom.
Yes, I say.
This is my
mom.
He looks around
and says
in a whisper,
You want to
trade?
Your mom is cool.!
I cant trade my mom.
I say.
My mom says I am
sure your mom is
cool too.
which one is yours.
He points
at this woman
with wipes.
wiping down
everything in sight.
My mom
says, Jesus,
under her breath.
I try not
to laugh.
She seems nice.
I say.
We have to
go, I say.
It was nice
meeting you.
We both start
laughing on
the way to
the car.
My mom
gets in
the car
and says,
I hope that
boy has
a father,
if not he
has no
prayer in hell.
As we drive
away,
my mom rolls
the window
down and says,
Lady put
the damn
wipes down and
play with your
kid.
I drive off.
Mom, i say
really do
you have to
be like
that?
We both start
laughing.
She will never
change,
I will never
want her
too.
shes cool.
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