November 2026 "A Little Train Ride Through Time" By Estefani Gordillo

Among the pumpkins, beneath the autumn sky,

I held my little boy’s hand as the moments passed by.

The world felt softer, the air felt sweet,

With golden leaves and dirt beneath our feet.

Pumpkins resting in rows on the ground,

Little joys and laughter all around.

The smell of warm food drifting through the air,

And for a little while, nothing else mattered there.

Then came the train, so little and slow,

Carrying us through a world painted gold.

With my son beside me, watching it all,

I wished I could freeze that moment so small.

For one day, there were no worries to chase,

Just autumn sunshine and his precious face.

No rushing ahead, no thinking of tomorrow,

Just a little adventure, a day without sorrow.

And maybe one day, when he’s older and tall,

He won’t remember the pumpkins at all.

Maybe the train ride will fade from his mind,

And the little details will be hard to find.

But I hope he remembers, somewhere deep inside,

The warmth of my hand and the love by his side.

That childhood was sweet, that the world could be kind,

And that peace was a feeling he could always find.

Because motherhood lives in moments like these,

In pumpkin-filled fields and a soft autumn breeze.

Not in grand vacations or things money can buy,

But in watching your child see wonder in the sky.

And as the sun settles on another fall day,

I carry this memory long after we walk away.

For the train may stop, and the seasons may end,

But these little moments are treasures that never leave us.

Just me and my boy, beneath autumn’s glow,

Making memories that either of us knows

Will one day be memories I miss the most

A little train ride, and the love I hold close.