Julianna May

Her little legs and arms
Reaching up to him
Drinking the honey
Pouring from his lips.
He holds the little one’s
Heart and mind
Closing it to things obscene
The little one doesn’t know yet
Carefully, each tiny foot
Follows in his prints
Not seeing what lies ahead,
The little one lives in the past.

No longer a little one
Her feet make their own path
She doesn’t need his honey
Which was more of sugar water
Her hands are her own to hold
No one’s blocking her vision
Or holding her heart away
From things destined to harm her
She decides what to hear
And what’s right or wrong
She clearly sees the past and present
And who kept her in the dark.