Today my fear comes
in a covered dish
disguised with herbs and spices,
made palatable by bits of beef
braised in burgundy,
best features forward.
Starting to love this fear,
I name it Respect,
Sprinkle with safety, trust, and hope’
place the casserole in a slow oven.
Fine cuisine, seasoned and cured,
quiets less welcome morsels
of shame and humility.
Integrity rises, meringues the surface,
tempts taste buds past tradition.
As a therapist, Mary Ricketson works with people with all kinds of feelings. She helps them integrate the wonderful and the painful to somehow make a life that works and thrives. This poem reflects how Mary finds creative ways to help others.