Older, wiser, 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 have become a deep weathered basket.

 

I have become the woman I’ve longed for –

The motherly lover with arms

Strong and tender.

The growing up learner

Who blushes surprises.

I have become full moon and sunrises.

 

I find her becoming,

This woman I’ve wanted.

Who knows she’ll encompass

Who 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.