Sometimes you find a poem that just says everything you want to express, especially the first two verses... Enjoy!
Finding Her Here
by Jayne Relaford Brown
I am becoming the woman I’ve wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
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.
Who remembers she’s precious,
but knows she’s not scarce—
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to
share.
Wow, very deep. Great stuff. Wonderful words....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh wow Clair, that is beautiful! I would love to reshare would you mind?
ReplyDeleteShare away :) The more folk who see this gorgeous poem the better, I reckon!
DeleteWhat a lovely poem. A Brazilian poet called Mário Quintana used to say that the best poem is the one that reads the reader. You have proved me again he's right.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem -- I am becoming this woman as well.
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. Lovely!!
ReplyDeleteOh, Claire, what a beauty…… 'Who remembers she's precious, but knows she's not scarce'... I love these words - and was rather feeling like that myself the last couple of weeks… Thank you for sharing!
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