The Most Sincere Pumpkin Patch! (1966 Peanuts)
My persistent therapist insists that I listen
to my wide eyed innocent innermost child
who still believes that wishes and magic exist.
The tissues pile up as I work through issues
I almost forgot I had - now I am truly sad.
So I stop going - there's peace in not knowing
a happy pig really isn't that bad.
Until one frozen cold, sober October
I take the kids out hunting for pumpkins.
Then I remember the magic's still out there
I just forgot where to look.