The Gift
I'll break off a foot.
Ate both arms yesterday
The head went first of all
Early Christmas Day.
Best of all the gifts
The prize is surely won
A ginger man hand made
By my youngest, grown-up son.
Sweeter than the sugar
No frosting is so grand
The ginger scent recalls
The gentle touch of his hand.
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2023
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