Jayne Brown

“I am becoming the woman I've wanted,grey at the temples,soft body, delighted,cracked up by lifewith a laugh that's known bitterbut, past it, got better,knows she's a survivor--that whatever comes,she can outlast it.I am becoming a deepweathered basket.I am becoming the woman I've longed for,the motherly loverwith arms strong and tender,the growing up daughterwho blushes surprises.I am becoming full moonsand sunrises.I find her becoming,this woman I've wanted,who knows she'll encompass,who knows she's sufficient,knows where she's goingand travels with passion.Who remembers she's precious,but knows she's not scarce--who knows she is plenty,plenty to share.”