Finding her here
by Jayne 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 the 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.
