Bread and Honey

When I was small

With rumbling tummy,

And I would grump and grouch for food,

I could turn

And just like magic

There’d be a plate of bread and honey.

When I was bigger

And feeling funny,

And needed something sweet for comfort,

I could ask

And she would bring me

Solace; a slice of bread and honey.

Now I’m grown

I make my own,

To fill my tummy or fix what’s wrong,

And I find it

Tastes like home,

That old faithful, bread and honey.

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