Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Being a woman

My mosaic artist friend shared this with me and I really like it. It reminds me that I need to write more. When I was a young woman in my 20s, I wrote lots of poetry. Much of it was about my longing to have more intimacy and be desirable. I wrote some about loneliness, depression, etc. after my divorce, but I really haven't written any since then. Maybe in my plethora of free time I'll give it another shot. But, for now, I'll enjoy other's work. This one is byJayne Relaford Brown.

I Am Becoming The Woman I've Wanted

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.


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