Woman Work
I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop/ The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry/ The baby to dry
I got company to feed/ The garden to weed
I’ve got shirts to press/ The tots to dress
The can to be cut/ I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick/ And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine/ Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops/ And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here/ With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky/ ‘Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes/ Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and/ Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky/ Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow/ You’re all that I can call my own.
~Maya Angelou