Table

[For all the trans friends I'm surrounded by.]

Build longer,

build stronger,

my table grows.

Pass the salt, pass the bread,

scooch up.

Leave a spot for the dead,

spill a drop for the missing,

save a dish for the late,

on a welcoming plate.

My family grows.

A forest of hands,

to warm, to feed,

to heal, to comfort,

to meet the need.

How many of you there are,

that my table stretches so far.

-o0o-