Like the butterfly, I find
I can do longer stay behind
self made walls protection.
I struggle to be free
Breaking the bonds of
what was me,
To soar in a new dimension.
FINDING HER HERE
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
I am becoming the woman I've longed
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender, the
growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons
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,
but knows she's not scarce -
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
When I am an old woman I shall wear
With a red hat which doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy
and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've
no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement
when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and
press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public
And make up for the sobriety of my
I shall go out in my slippers in
And pick the flowers in other people's
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and
grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages
at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that
keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and
read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little
So people who know me are not too
shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start
to wear purple.
Henry Van Dyke
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.