This morning he called to announce your death, Dr. Angelou

This morning he called to announce your death
But to me, Dr. A, you are quite alive still
Your poems, they speak
Of love, loss, and learning
And – more important, perhaps – of forgiving and persevering
Your words, like gentle whispers, reminding me “I am woman, phenomenally”
Ain’t I?
You said that life is a great teacher, the world a classroom
And I, the forever student, am living
Racking up degrees while creating my history
Honorary titles and accolades may never be conveyed, but Dr. A., still I rise
Allowing my untold story to reveal itself
And you, you will live forever in the words – reverberating soul music – “life as art.”
I’ll remember, “daring to dare,” that my mission, like yours is
“not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

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