Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

A dreamer,

a believer,

star gazer and breeder,

and a lover of full moons.

Steady like black ants,

marching,

unwavering, persistent.

Chatty, tenacious, stubborn,

bold, full of hope,

for no certain outcome

and for certain outcomes.

Impediments and struggle,

Together with legacy and tomorrow

Are like the sun and it flowers,

A duality that matter,

for where one things stands,

another thing stands beside it.

Restless and impatient,

Yet bright like a setting sun,

dazzling across the evening skies,

This is I. A mother, a dreamer

Complicated.

Like a river that weeps.

As the school year slowly comes to an end, I am so grateful for all the ways my children help me know myself better. Through there lens I know that I not only feel for this world, but I try to see it with intention and shape it as best as I could. It’s like Bessie Heard in one of her unpublished poems, where she wrote a portrait of her self. We are complicated beings, one where these days, only dreams and stars are allowed. So a long flight somewhere, I decided to write portray myself through words that have meaning to me. Here is to the dreamer within.