FINDING HER HERE
Jayne Relaford Brown

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
        Plenty to share.

Happy birthday, thanks for sharing with us....

Kathy