“The Cure” by 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.

“The Cure,” by Ginger Andrews, from Hurricane Sisters, Story Line Press.

5 thoughts on ““The Cure” by Ginger Andrews

  1. Oh yes! Cake and a red dress have long been some of my favorite cures. Baking bread, too. Maybe baking bread the most – especially now when it’s so difficult to find yeast and flour. Makes my human nature crave it even more.


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