My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

by Gwendolyn Brooks Click to read full poem

Comments (7)

Can u guys give me an rhyme example
Nice one.It is the need of everyone when one returns home tired. Thanks for posting. congrats.
a poem of hopeful return to the things of a basic life once led? ..............well written.
old purity could love. Thanks for sharing it here.
My honey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Be firm......... thanks for posting......
another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx