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...
I love the beautiful poems. Thank you for continuing to share.
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.