Carving Mr Pumpkin
It seems just yesteryear, in our kitchen Noah at age 5 (did I really let him wield that sharp knife?) and Sarah at 6 (my friend Celia’s sweet niece, now a mother herself).
Me with a headache (“Dana’s famous migraines”, I once heard Celia call them).
“Go lie down, I’ll watch the kids.” Celia said.
Me on the bed, a cold washcloth on my forehead, their rising voices in the kitchen.
Then footsteps in the hall coming to show me Mr Pumpkin’s silly lopsided grin.
And me sitting up in bed laughing, (despite my throbbing head) so very happy in that precious moment.
(For more about Celia and me see Moving Day Blues)
RetroFlash / 100 Words
– Dana Susan Lehrman
