"Finding Her Here", Jayne Relaford Brown

One of my favorite poems...it reminds me that I am growing and changing and getting better day by day, year by year.

     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,
     who knows where she's going
     and travels with passion.

     Who remembers she's precious,
     but knows she's not scarce-
     who knows she is plenty,
     plenty to share.