sugar and spice
and everything nice
that's what little girls are made of

then we grow up

sugar becomes sticky sweet
and spice is at the end of whip
He is holding the handle
wooden paddle
pink rosey cheeks
parting ways
standing tall
get your go straight to jail card

sugar and spice
and everything nice
that's what little girls are made of

then we grow wiser

sugar becomes a confection
and spice is hot red pepper
His command is life
freedom born
lessons learned
breath belongs
body owned
no greater gift is given

I think I like the grown up sugar and spice a bit better

no thinking about it for me, it just...is.

AMEN.

Life is so full of learning. No one has enough time to get it all soaked in before we our called back,wink..Nice poem.

hot, hot, hot

gotta bump the hotness RAWR!!!