When You Come Poem by Maya Angelou
When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
I agree with Janua, it reminds too many painful & love drenched memories.. beautiful...
I LOVE this poem! ! ! Just love Maya Angelou. Her poetry is tender, poignant, bold, vulnerable, sweet, painful, evoking, powerful...
Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, ......wahhhhhh this part is making me cry, , , it opens an aged memories of love affair that was 1ce shared, , , ..*sniff sniff...*...
I love the beautiful poems. Thank you for continuing to share.
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12/6/2024 4:45:09 PM # 1.0.0
This is so painful to read. The innocence of her childhood stripped bare. When he comes, she cries. I love Maya Angelou. She is a phenomenal human being.