The White
Pumpkin
A farmer
tends his field
Vines grow
and wrap around each other
Giant white
flowers bloom in the heat of summer
Butterflies
and bees dance from flower to flower
Spreading
the pollen from male to female
Inseminating
to create the next generation
Weeks later
the children arrive
They laugh
and giggle as they run among the orange pumpkins
Each one
takes their favorite home for carving or pie
One pumpkin
is born small, oddly shaped with a white skin
It sits
alone by the wooden fence as the rest are taken
The day
before Halloween one child comes for a visit
Out of the
dozens of pumpkins still waiting the child chose the small white one
His parents
point out all the beauty around him
The child
doesn’t change his mind or his heart
He spoke of
the one he wanted
“This one is
like me,” he said as he lifted it into his wheelchair
That was all
that had to be said
The white
pumpkin was loved by a little boy
A little boy
who knew what it was like to be different
He knew what
it was like to be loved
And now, so
did that small, oddly shaped pumpkin with a white skin
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