Ginger bread lady,
no sugar or cinnamon spice,
years ago arthritis and senility took their toll.
Crippled mind movies in then out, like an old sexual adventure,
blurred in an imagination of finger tip thoughts--
who in hell remembers the characters?
Their was George her lover near the bridge at the Chicago River
she missed his funeral, her friends were there.
She always made feather light of people dwelling ton death.
But black and white she remembers well.
The past is the present; the present is forgotten.
or is it hell?
Ginger bread lady.
Sometimes lazy time tea with a twist of lime.
Sometimes drunken time screwdriver twist with clarity .
She walks in scandals sometimes she walks in soft night shoes.
Her live-in maid smirks as Ginger bread lady gums her food,
false teeth forgotten in a custom imprinted cup
with water, vinegar, and ginger.
The maid died.  Ginger bread lady looks for a new maid.
Years ago arthritis and senility took their toll.
Yesterday, a new maid walked into the nursing home.
Ginger forgot to rise out of bed,
no sugar, or cinnamon toast.
 
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