Poem: I Am Becoming the Woman I’ve Wanted

It is all I can do to get there, and while I am not entirely there, I’m getting there as best I can. – a commenter on Sarah’s post.


A lovely acquaintance of mine, Sarah, posted a particular poem on her Facebook wall, and its words struck me immediately, profoundly, as sneaky tons of bricks often do.

Sometimes I don’t know how much I have been needing to see words such as these until I’ve read them.

As with a good meal, I find myself digesting, and carefully reflecting upon these words, and realizing how closely they tie in with my present thoughts.

And for that reason, I share them with you 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 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.
– Jayne Relaford Brown, author


Thank you, Sarah!