What I Yearn To Be

Let me be, as God intended me to be: Neither a wicked elf, nor a fairy godmother, Never a demon, nor an angel, But a true woman. Never, I yearn to be the ‘Phenomenal Woman’ Of Maya Angelou, Drawing a hive of honey bees round ‘With the span of my hips Or the stride of my steps’ But, One with a loving heart, Calm and caring, Though at times touchy and itchy I yearn to be: A gracious host and a helpful neighbor An all time student and a teacher Able to stand in my own light And lessen the darkness of the night I yearn to be: An abiding spouse in whom my man can see An ocean of love in my dewy eyes And feel the steady warmth of my grip When the seas of life grow stormy, I yearn to be: An adorable mother to my children In whom they can confide, Their doubt, despair or delight A counselor, a friend and guide With the balm to heal their wounds Touch and move their spirits And show them the miracle of love Piecing together these different roles Let me into a close knit texture weave The fabric of my life, Like the interlacing threads Of a great tapestry! In a way, is not living the art of quilting Bringing out unique patterns Of exquisite beauty and delight From the scraps thrown in our way! Submitted for Bian Strand Free verse Poetry Contest