When You Come by Maya Angelou

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.

by Maya Angelou

author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist

Other poems by 'Maya Angelou'

Still I Rise

Phenomenal Woman

I know why the caged bird sings

Touched by An Angel

Men

Alone

A Conceit

Woman Work

The Lesson

Remembrance