Woman Work

I'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
The can 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

Comments (30)

The way you crated the poem is amazing.It conjures the image in one's mind
i love this poem....feel I've been there with the same feeling And sometimes, like tonight, by some black Second sight I can feel just one of them Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea In the dark, stretching its arms out Desperately to me. .... and our arms seem too short.... to reach out to catch the hand held with hope... just a little too short..
Amazing poem. I love it and am adding it to my favorite poems list. Will read more of your poems, Sharon.
Its a wonderful poem. Its more wonderful to get a feeling about your heart, Sharon. A heart filled with compassion only can write poems like this. You did it. Thanks for sharing. Full marks!
The poem reminds me of those unfortunate societies where a girl child is not welcome, hence people resort to foeticide. This is a very poignant commentary on those unborn babies, unborn dreams, anything aborted before birth. Please accept my sincere thanks.
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