Three Little Humans
Three small pumpkins paraded in matching costumes.
Although they look the same, their insides are different.
Guts filled with different sprouting seeds.
Masks lift, the only reminder, that it is Halloween.
Three medium turkeys not ready to be stuffed.
Always packed tightly with the same filling, obligation.
Once adorned with different colored feathers, now plucked off into dust.
But now they are nothing more than Thanksgiving rust.
Three large gifts wrapped with different themes.
Once an external excitement, now all there is to see, is old withered paper.
The bows are the same, large and precisely tied.
Pulled off one by one, with large hands, vanishing the once joyous Christmas pride.
Three little humans now full grown, feeling the need for change, of holiday traditions past known.