Our little girls:
Pile cake on the face,
Glitter in the hair,
We tell them they should stand
They’re looking pretty.

Then they’re tweens:
Wear thong ‘cross the bum,
Liner round the eyes,
We tell them they should lie
They’re Looking pretty.

Now they’re teens:
Guard the lives at the pool,
Washing cars
In their bikinis raising money
For the school.

They learn life
From fathers’ friends as they drool,
Hold them close
In their arm chairs on their knees,
There a tool.

When did they
Discover don’t want lives like
Their mothers’,
In their boxes feeling lonely,
There the fools?

Dilemma
Is as fresh as the garden
Uncovered,
There worshipping the honey
They are cruel.

Can they be
Returned to state of pardon,
Beloved?
They’ve made off with the money.
Blessed Fools.

L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2016.