Grandma stirs the pot slow
Pumpkins in a row
Grandpa hums a tune low
In the kitchen glow
Peel and chop the orange treat
In a steady beat
Little hands help so neat
In the warmth we meet
Pumpkin soup dreams
In our sleep it seems
Love flows in streams
Under soft moonbeams
Spices swirl around
In a hissing sound
Bubbles rising up proud
Smiles all around
Memories we make
As we bake and shake
Every sip we take
For love's sweet sake
Grandma's touch so light
Turning day to night
Under the candlelight
Everything feels right