I stumbled across this Poem and absolutely loved it.
It sort of waltzed into my pages as if it belonged with the Ink that had imprinted on my book of Life; a sum total of all my experiences.
Every part of my journey is loosely translated into these words:
I am becoming the woman I’ve wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life;
with a laugh that’s known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she’s a survivor–
that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep
weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman I’ve longed for,
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons
and sunrises.I find her becoming,
this woman I’ve wanted,
who knows she’ll encompass,
who knows she’s sufficient,
knows where she’s going
and travels with passion.A Woman Who remembers she’s precious,
but knows she’s not scarce–
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
– Jayne Relaford Brown
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