Inspiration from Angelou and Frost

the makings of a phenomenal woman
enmeshed in mundane yet
important activity, little realizing
how each choice, maybe towards a
road less traveled or one
trodden black, will lead from
way to way, telling a story of
becoming--coming into being as a
work of art, fashioned by a Creative
Director whose idea of beauty is
not a fashion model's size, rather
the fire in my eyes, the joy in my
feet, the sun in my smile--the Life
he has breathed into me.  whether i
walk in a yellow wood, teetering at a
choice in the pale morning light,
my head won't be bowed,
for i know my Designer is proud,
delighted, in the span of my hips,
the swing in my waist, the
grace of my style. I don't need to
shout, jump about or talk real loud--
His eye is on me. and somewhere ages
and ages hence, I can say with a sigh,
He made me a woman, phenomenally,
and He has made all
the difference.