This post continues my look back on my cancer story that began with this post.
Somewhere along the cancer struggle, I saw an ad in a magazine for a poster with the following poem. I couldn't afford the poster, but I clipped the ad, using it as a bookmark, since it spoke so powerfully to me.
Please note that I want to promote the author's work and you can purchase a book that contains this poem, among others
here.
From the book:MY FIRST REAL TREE
FINDING HER HERE
by Jayne Relaford Brown
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,
yet not at all scarce—
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
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