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I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.
Maya Angelou
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Martin-elorm Dogbo (10/24/2007 2:44:00 PM)
if i will take the style of writing poems, i will no longer be too much that of wilie shakespeare, but your. that was very good. i love it. and i wil tell you that i already have a similar poem. great work maya. |
Marilyn Lott (5/24/2007 2:13:00 PM)
Delicious, wonderful writing, Maya. I've read most of your autobiographies and have loved every one. I do have questions that were never answered about your brother, Bailey but perhaps I missed one of the books. Love your cookbook and my dear, I love everything about you. Saw you in 1986 and loved you then!
Marilyn |
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