marching on

In full awareness of Women's History Month, I am inspired to kick my first blog of the month off with a poem that I wrote for a Female public figure, who I always looked up to, growing up. She was known as America's favorite Mom, for many years; but I liked to think of her as Auntie (no Mom outdoes my Mom). In 2012, I had the immense and humbling honor of experiencing three intersecting dreams of mine, all at once: (1) I got to meet this incredible Woman; (2) I got to work with this incredible Woman - She was Director, on the project I worked with Her; (3) said project was one of my favorite plays, A Raisin in the Sun. During this process, I was able to witness, first-hand, Her brilliance, magnificence, passion and humbleness. So, for Her, I wrote this:

O' That Woman
She visually whispers accolades
to my ambitions
Welcomes my presence
as a rite of passage
Into a new world, excitingly divine
Close enough to touch
But too precious to handle
with human hands
Ah, she...she smiles upon my intentions
Nodding approvingly that I have
fulfilled my purpose
Or at the very least captured
the essence of such a goal
She speaks miracles and revelations
to the village
And send them on
with her blessing, her peace
Her...piece of experience at which
millions have witnessed
And thousands seek to attain
She is the water that is fluid, soft
Strong
May I be all that she knows I can be
And more than I perceived in me
And from this day, I know it won't be long
I have reached the start
of an escalation to the dream
Made to bear its fruit
and nourish my longings
Today, she has already kept me
Already known me
Already given me exactly what I had
All along
Thank You, [Gift of Dawn]

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