The Poets Pluck
THE POETS PLUCK Maya Angelou
ON THE PULSE OF MORNING
a new dawn will arise, hungry baby cries
STILL I RISE
dry baby's eyes
PASSING TIME
WHEN YOU COME HOME
off to work I'll tread
INSOMNIAC, half dead, I moan
prayed TO BE TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
a MOMMA WELFARE ROLL
No medicine for baby, and no baby swings
2/21/17
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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