About 5 days ago, I was looking up various poems to help describe a mood I was wallowing in and as I am wont to do, I found myself on a Maya Angelou tangent.
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings; Still I Rise; Woman Work; Alone; Phenomenal Woman.
Still I Rise was a poem that my mother found particularly moving and introduced it to me.
Upon waking this morning I caught a glimpse of the quickly moving ticker on the bottom of the TV screen as it read: Maya Angelou, 86, dies.
No, I never knew her nor her me, but Angelou was another connection to my mom. Someone I associated with her as she educated me.
Angelou was a great Woman. And the world is a little less because she is no longer in it.