CONSOLATION (A Little Pumpkin’s Note to Its Mother)

It was excruciating, to say the least of the suffering I had under the Sculptor’s hands. Your words rang with each cut on my flesh How I wished that I was there in the shelter of your arms among my brethren, living life just as you might have wished for your little pumpkin Until IContinue reading “CONSOLATION (A Little Pumpkin’s Note to Its Mother)”