Ginger...(Poem I'M Working On. Not Done) Poem by Connetta Jean

Ginger worked for Mrs. Allen
on the hill outside of town..
Used to be a booming farm
been a long time going down.
Mr. Allen he turned 84
just the other day
He's been taking care of his wife
For 20 years this May.
she's crippled and she's younger
but she can't walk or stand
Ginger comes so Mr Allen
can get out from under her hand...
Now Ginger sits 12 hours at
the table in a chair
beside Mrs Allen
close to her wheel chair..
she's up and down, up and down
to the pot and back too many times..
Cause Mr's Allen thinks 6 dollars
a hour is robbing her blind..