Saturday, April 4, 2020

“Mother, A Cradle to Hold Me” by Maya Angelou

To the memory of my mother. April 4th.

“Mother, A Cradle to Hold Me” 
by Maya Angelou

“It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
I owned your voice.
It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.
Your arms were molded
Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me.
The scent of your body was the air
Perfumed for me to breathe.

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