Friday, February 6, 2009

Finding her Here

This is a lovely poem dedicated to all growing up women... (mailed to me by a friend...The unknown author would be a women, as Virginia woolf once said:)

I am becoming the woman I 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.
Who remembers she’s precious,
But knows she’s not scarce—
Who knows she’s plenty
Plenty to share

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