Mother A cradle to hold me

Mother, During those early dearest days I did not dream that you had A large life which included me, For I had a life which was only you. _______________________________ The way you posed your head So that the light could caress your face When you put your fingers on my hand And your hand on my arm, I was struck with a sense of health, Of strength and very good fortune. Excerpted from Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me by Maya Angelou All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.