I’ve always loved poetry and this is my favorite one of all.

I originally saw it while I was cleaning someones kitchen years ago, when I still worked as a maid in my early 30’s. I wrote the authors name and the title down on a slip of paper and put it in my pocket for safe keeping.

After reading it again after so many years, I believe that it pertains to me even more so. For now I am truly a deep weathered basket, grey at the temples, with a soft body.

Enjoy the poem and have a great Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it.


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 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.

Author ~ Jayne Relaford Brown