You made me dinner

I could sense your nervousness

that I might taste your fear

that you forgot how to nourish

 

A bright colored table cloth

once a shower curtain

You see purpose and beauty 

where others do not

 

Can you repurpose yourself

with the same love?

Can you see yourself through

the eyes of regeneration?

 

I have not met anyone who, like you

can be handed sticks and stones

be left bereft and alone

only to build yourself a castle 

and make friends with all the animals

 

But you are a woman after all

 

You know how to feed for fullness

only when you let yourself be fed

And that table you dream

to seat your children’s hungry mouths

will never be empty.

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