February 27: Long Long Day, Maya Angelou, "When You Come"

It has been a long, long day.

Tomorrow's going to be another long, long day.

Saint Marty is ready for a long, long sleep.  Maybe after long, long drink, too.

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,

I CRY.