Caren Krutsinger Poet Lyric

Memory of Gibble Gabble Woman

There was a gibble gabble woman
In our neighborhood when I was a child.
She sung gossip the way 
Porters sling suitcases, trying to break people

Her tongue was fast, and mean, and she had no shame
We learned quickly she was fun to rile, and quick to spread joy
When we got older we noticed she was near-sighted too.
See? We would say, pointing, “There they are now.”

We knew full well her eyes could not make out the people.
But she took us at our lying words, and spread her powerful poisons
We laughed that she could not see the end of her own finger,
Yet she believed us; we relished giving her misinformation.

It was our mission to send her on gossip-filled excursions 
During the summers of our 6th and 7th grade years.
I am sad to say we could not twist her up or wind her the next year.
She had died a pauper’s death. We were the only two at her funeral.

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Kim Rodrigues March 20, 2019 at 6:42 AM Wow! Now, someone spreading gossip deserves misdirection. So sad the end. Very well written, Caren! Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 9:28 AM I still do this sometimes, watching the giggle gabbles hang themselves, and with a bit of glee.

M. L. Kiser March 20, 2019 at 12:05 AM I wonder about those who have nothing better to do but, gossip? What led them to that point where they have to spread it? Sad. Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 2:27 AM I am highly-related to one of them. So pathetically sad.

Nette Onclaud March 19, 2019 at 10:55 AM pensive work filled with empathy, caren... very nice!...huggs Caren Krutsinger March 19, 2019 at 3:27 PM Thank you nette. I always feel sorry for the people who cannot think of anything better to think about than what others are doing.