When You Come

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,


by Maya Angelou

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yaay she has the same name as me :) ! ! !
Great poem. very nice to read this.
never would have thought that so much could be said in those few words.......really....it is amazing
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
Too deep; enough said...
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