Set the Table
I find comfort when I sit at my table.
Even when the day gets hard for me, I smile because I know I’m still stable.
It doesn’t matter where I sit at my table.
This is peace at every angle.
I don’t allow many visitors, especially at my table.
Visitors come with so many problems that I end up fixing with my jumper cables.
There is so much life at my table, as I share stories and teach lessons on how I became so able.
There is love and healing with no titles or labels.
We are all equal when you sit down at my table.
Copyright © Umeikia Whiting | Year Posted 2021
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