At Her Table

March 11, 2024

At Her Table - A poem from the ER

"Give Her a Proper Place then

At the Table in which She has so lovingly prepared.

A Proper Place where she does not need to beg for scraps;

eating alongside those dirty dogs.

Where only crumbs of affection are carelessly thrown at her.

Where only rotten bread rolls and spoiled gravy are forced in her mouth.

Give Her her rightful subjectivity.

Give her time.

Give her space.

Give her room to grow.

And if She falls, and she will fall

Let her get back up on her feet

though her ankles be weak.

For You are sitting at Her Table Now

And it is no place for the meek.

For if you let Her,

She will feed you Beauty,

The Truth of what she is,

Sweet meats of Her Soul

And Extraordinary flavors one would only be so lucky to sample.

So Give her a Proper place then,

At the Table in which

She has so lovingly prepared."

- Wicked Lovely Poetry