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Every day you play with the light of the universe ~ pablo neruda

4.07.2012

Sunday Series #51

The Cure
                                               ~ Ginger Andrews

Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bed ridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been 
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.









2 comments:

Jan said...

This so reminds me of Grandma & Aunt Mary....mollygrubs ~ love it.

Heather said...

Reminded me of them, too! love that word :)