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] #SmithDonnellE #OnMyMind #WomensHistoryMonth #ThankYou
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