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
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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