What I Wish 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, Oh! No, not 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 A gracious host and a helpful neighbour Able to stand in my own light And lessen the darkness of the night 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 get stormy, For my children, an adorable mother In whom they can confide Their doubt, despair or delight A counsellor, 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!