For The Love Of A Pumpkin Frond Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Each season comes with a new love.
This love is old, this love is new
For my grandmother picks these ones
Long and tender they are, for the
Idiom states the child has to be
The long pumpkin frond, that will
Go all over and achieve the birthing
Of the largest of these. See them in
flower and you know they must be picked
So that they can flower a meal,
And make us know it is indeed
Summer. See them after the flowers
Are gone and there goes the beauty.
As the idiom says it no pumpkin
Fronds to pick any more for the
Big leaves of the squash are rough
Going brown, and then out of sight.
Then you know the fall has come,
For the one plant will disappear.
Till next season if you have
Planted the winter one.

Makes me want pumpkin confetti,
This talking about plants,
That nestle on the ground,
And grow on and on, taking
Space and feeding the world
Where people make Jack Lantern
Smile and me wonder how come
This pumpkin smiles everywhere
When my smile is failing to
Fill my wide face. My friend tells
Me a story of culture that the
Pumpkin sheltered a candle
And allowed a man to walk even
On an empty stomach. I have
Protested the waste of food
The way I protested the banana
Slip, where people swam in a ripe
banana liquid, and made me wonder
Where the fun was in being slippery
for I believe in a A world where
The hungry eat than stories
Of Jack-O'-Lantern, who was stingy
For this is indeed being stingy
For all these pumpkins could
Feed the world.This lit up
Pumpkin though glowing all night
And making everybody a fete,
Surely did not make me laugh
As wide a smile as I saw.

Pumpkin pumpkin, my love
Now that I will send you
Off like the creeper you are,
Tell me if you love me too
For you are my pumpkin frond
Whether you like it or not
For daughters and sons
Will know they were honey
Bunches, when you mix all
The ingredients of love,
And let the flower of the
Squash and pumpkin dress
The plate of t the next meal.