Maya Angelou Death Poem

Maya Angelou loved herself, her body, her race, her past and present.  That is how I missed her poems about death.

Mourning Grace

If today, I follow death

Go down its trackless wastes,

Salt in my tongue on hardened tears

For my precious dear times waste

Race

Along that promised cave in a headlong

Deadlong

Haste,

Will you

Have the grace

To mourn for me?

By:        Maya Angelou

Book:  Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘fore I Diiie

Publisher: Random House New York



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