Found this poem and wanted to share

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.
Who remembers she’s precious,
but knows she’s not scarce­
who knows she is plenty.
- Jayne Relaford Brown

Thank you, lovely poem!

Super cool poem Yonuh...Thanks!

very nice!

yonuh,
What an awesome poem! Love it! Thanks for sharing!

It's a perfect poem for us in this stage, phase, time of life.

Yonuh,

This is such an insightful poem. Who wrote it?

Jane Relaford Brown - I hadn't heard of her before but I love the poem.

Never heard of her before either, but I hope to hear more from her...

I decided not to remove this poem as it strikes right at the heart of so many things we women are going through.