It wasn’t long ago that trick and treating
was so much fun, where kids gather hanging
around the streets with their specialized masks on
creatively made by their doting moms for this occasion
as their annoyed dads yelled over and complained
for a burnt cupcake in the oven or a dish uncooked.
It wasn’t long ago that homes were opened widely
for these adorable little ones, joyfully and happily
wanting to gather as many candies and sweets as they can
counting every bit of pieces, as a certain kid named Joann
is heard crying over a lost piece of candy or a stolen chocolate
from the notoriously naughty boy around, who is always late.
It wasn’t long ago, that masks were worn for fun,
for enjoyment, and for creating special bonds with everyone
it could be a friend, a loved one, or just a random fellow
on a party, on any occasion, on a bone fire with marshmallow
but mostly to put a smile on every child’s face in a voice so upbeat
knocking at your doors shouting at the top of their lungs “trick or treat”.
It wasn’t really long ago, because for now, this year maybe
it will all be just a memory not so long ago, we say
masks will still be worn every moment everywhere but not to have fun
or do trick or treat, but to combat a virus that kills like a gun
murdering excitement, enjoyment, and amusement in Halloween
he who truly scares destroys and ends fun in Halloween.
When I think of Orange, (color) I think of Halloween. So this poem is posted and inspired by kate’s Friday Fun – Orange
And Eugenia’s weekly prompt/photo: an orange giant pumpkin house – normally used to adorn homes and streets during Halloween