Halloween Omlete Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Halloween omelet

Halloween, don’t know why
Everywhere is pumpkin
On the racks, in boxes
And farm-sides

They come large, and small
Similar mostly but, they vary
In shape, size.

Tempted I, went bought one.

Thought of what mother made
Peeled it raw, cut in cubes
Then set in water-lime
Later she, boiled them in
pot of sugar with agua
let keep shape…don’t stir.

So far that has been best
Of pumpkin I have had
Put in mouth and it melts.

Respect was my purchase
to the past Andean; reminder:
Change of mood and season
King of heat, Sun, or Kon;
leaves sky, his throne
let’s cold come
to replace.

puzzled I arrived home
what to do with pumpkin
“What to do, ” filled me in.

First boiled it to save it
Then a part, added egg
Made omelet on the heat.