Poetry for the soul

Awhile ago I found a saying that seemed to fit Lynn very nicely; so I used it with some pictures of the boys and made a collage for her horse bathroom decor. I told my friend from whom I had copied the saying that I had done so and she told me that it was part of a larger poem. I love the poem and it fits even more in its entirety. I hope it will fit me too!

The Woman I will Be

I shall wear diamonds and a wide brimmed straw hat with ribbons
and flowers on it

And I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots

And sit in the alley of my barn and listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night

And ride the dappled mare across the moonstruck meadow,
if my old bones will allow.

And when people come to call, I will smile and nod,
As I walk them past the gardens to the barn
And show, instead, the flowers growing there
In stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment of all who look down on me

Who have not yet found the peace in being free

To love a horse as a friend, a friend who waits at midnight hour
with muzzle and nicker and patient eyes

For the woman I will be when I am old.

~anonymous