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the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Finding Her Here.....

Finding Her Here

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 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.

Jayne Relaford Brown

photo credit:

by Tom Petkus

5 comments:

Gail Dixon said...

Lovely poem. Have a great weekend. :)

renilde said...

such a beautiful poem, very encouraging and strong, sweet and caressing, enjoy the weekend rain or shine, we need both ;) xx

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sandy,
this is beautiful..

Willow said...

Isn't it wonderful to have gotten there at last.

Linda said...

Oh I am so loving this poem...I am sharing this on my blog...too beautiful not to...<3

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