Wednesday, October 21

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,
~ Maya Angelou

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I, too, have seen these flies and they are incredible-------can you imagine getting so excited over "flies"!