Mamas' Kitchen Poem by Mark Heathcote

"Honey"
I am hot chocolate
A palpitating desire
Like the suns hot kisses
On white, pink fringed daisies
I am a storage heater
By day I wait hungrily to eat my fajitas.
A corn dog in the warm, comforts
You get between two fridge magnets.
I am his better half
Of course, he likes his toasted soldiers
But I am his full-fat fried breakfast;
I am the one who fortifies-all-his strengths
Sister, I built up his head of steam,
Giving him a taste; for some of my all-night caffeine.
And lord didn't him, sleep after
Like he'd consumed too much love or Ovaltine
Too much, chocolate-flavoured milk "honey in my mamas' kitchen."