A few years ago, I found this in a magazine and was so inspired that I wrote it out, printed it and put it up by my desk at work.
I recently came across it and am amazed at how far I have come.
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,
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,
who knows where she's going and travels with passion.
Who remembers she's precious,
yet not at all scarce -
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
- Jane Relaford Brown