Maya Angelou
This poem was written at the time of Maya Angelou’s death, but I’d forgotten about it. I had posted it on Facebook on May 28, 2014, and it was only when it showed up in my “Memories” on the site that I remembered it. It says what I can say about her.
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She taught words
to fly
to soar, to sear
a soft gentleness that knew the hard things
a clear vision that saw through passion’s fog
a lyrical voice
flowing through the modern noise
now fallen silent before mortality
a vacant space left
rest now, lady grace, rest
you leave your flying words with us
