Cheers to the Gingerbread Woman
The pretty gingerbread woman, iced in soft
White sweaters, stands at the stove. Frosting chips as she bends
To check the candy casserole. Her smile comes
to life, moving as she hums to herself.
The gingerbread man has disappeared from the scene,
Moments later, he can be seen in another house,
Standing on pretzel stick ladder, fixing a blue
Candied light bulb in the ceiling.
The gingerbread woman moves now,
Setting the table with crystal plates,
Cleaning the cookie kitchen, unbeknownst
To her, a crack climbs her leg.
He returns to find the gingerbread
Woman still preparing dinner. He
Immediately sinks into a marshmallow chair,
Losing himself in television.
The family comes, gingerbread children
And grandchildren, in multicolored icing.
The gingerbread woman
Entertains.
She rallies around her family, attending
To their every need. "Do you need anything?"
She'll ask. Her family insists she takes a break,
But she always says, "No, no, I'm fine."
By the end of the night, the
Gingerbread woman finally feels the damage.
The crack, unfixed, unattended, gets bigger,
And runs through the woman's life.
Cheers to the Gingerbread woman,
Who gave her life to take care of her
Family, who sacrificed everything for
Those she loves.
Cheers to the Gingerbread woman,
Who cracked and destroyed her life,
Whose cookie crumbled too early,
and had to be ripped from her home.
Cheers to the Gingerbread woman.