No Model

No shadow to be in,
no lead to follow,
no mentor to advise,
no fill for the hollow,
no voice of reason,
no given advice,
no one to warn of
the upcoming surprise.

The little girl so sweet
may soon turn to bitter,
the child with no food
to eat with her dinner.
Her mother she loves,
the one who ignores,
yells to be quiet
as she slams the door.
A phone glued to an ear,
a sad excuse for
the matriarch she supposedly
could be, and more.
No model to show
how to live or love
and yet a small child
is asked to rise above
yet with the shackles
and the weights pulling down
there is no escaping
the despicability that surrounds.

Honey

So sweet,
so fine,
so satisfying,
so sublime.
Sweetness that causes
a craving for more,
she's one I love
and one I adore.
The feeling she brings,
the smile that follows,
the satisfaction that
from her flows.
She picks a soul
off the ground
when negativity
and hatred abounds.
She fulfills me
when I'm empty,
when I'm bitter
she's sweet as can be.
No matter what
life's diet throws
it can all be chased
by a honey-filled swallow.

So sweet,
so fine,
so glorious,
so mine.