Maya Angelou just passed on

With her love of us full of imperfections

And her love of words and her love

Of our strength and goodness 

And love of our struggle to be

Who we were called and created to be

Folks to love one another and act with kindness

Like most any poet she lived simply, humbly

Though on one bitterly cold January day in 1993

She defined America and the American people for us all.

Photo from Jonell George's blog Jojo's spot