I read my daughter Still I Rise. She sat quietly, listening. This 2 year old sage child. When I finished, she asked for “more poem.” So I read her one I love, Phenomenal Woman. And still she wanted more. I picked a shorter one, A Conceit. She would look up at me as I read, but stayed intently focused on listening.
Words cannot express what a hole Maya Angelou will have left in this world. But I take heart that her words, both written and spoken, will resonate for a long time to come. In what we read to our children. In advice we turn to when we are feeling broken.
I loved who she was, and the grace and strength she encouraged in others. She was indeed a phenomenal woman.