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04
Apr
2013

Woman Work (Maya Angelou)

Categories // Poetry & Prose

woman workI've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress

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The cane to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.

By Maya Angelou

 
Photo Credit: Alfred Eisenstaedt/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images

Jan 01, 1947 / Silhouette of farm couple returning from day's work POTENZA, ITALY: Silhouette of farm couple returning from day's work. The woman is carrying turkey chicks in the bucket balanced on her head.

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