“Finding Her Here” by Jayne Relaford Brown

I am becoming the woman I’ve wanted
grey at the temples, soft-bodied, delighted
cracked up by life,
with a laugh that’s known bitter
but past it, got better,
who knows 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 am 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.


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