I am becoming the woman I've wanted, gray at the temples, soft body, delighted, cracked up by life with a laugh that's known bitter but, passed 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. By Jayne Relaford Brown © Please click the bar below to send to a friend..  Join Magic Interludes!          Open Magic Interludes Index Page > The Fonts on this page are Georgia and Dobkin. This page and its contents were designed by Magic Interludes 2001 The author of this feature is Jayne Relaford Brown. I don't have a link for her, if you know one, please email me. I will make a link or remove the piece, as needed. The graphics are my own creations, with the lovely Angel by my friend "Patches", with her permission. "Gypsy" I only know that I like this music, not whose it is or where I got it.. If you know whose it is, please email me.