Cinnamon' Pumpkin Sardonic Smile

I don't want to carve a pumpkin,
I want to shape it with tender hands,
crafting contours that capture your smile,
the warmth that lights up the room.

Orange flesh beneath my touch,
transforms with each careful movement,
until the lines mirror your joy,
etched in the ephemeral surface.

No sharp edges or hollow eyes,
only the gentle curve of laughter
and the softness of a thousand shared moments,
whispered secrets held in the glow.

In this creation, fleeting and fragile,
I find a piece of you,
a tribute not to Halloween's ghosts,
but to the beauty that lives in your smile.