Besides my husband and children, I have probably mentioned Maya Angelou on my blog more than any other person. In honor of her life and death, I thought I would repost this writing from 2012. It features one of my very favorite Angelou poems, “Continue.”

May Maya’s life and work and way continue in this world long after her last breath. Still I rise. Amen.


some years ago, at my mom’s 60th birthday party, i read the poem, “continue,” by maya angelou. i wanted my mom to know that no matter her age, her life stage, her sense of productivity . . . my wish for her was that she would continue. continue to be as fierce and as feisty and as faithful as she has always been. continue to inspire all those who know her, as she continues to inspire me. i love you, mom. you are a vision. a rare beauty. please, for my sake and for so many others’, continue . . .

for this mother’s day weekend, i re-dedicate “continue” to my mom, and i also send it to you as a dose of written courage . . . that you might continue keeping the faith, fighting the fight, protecting, advocating, believing, creating, forgiving, loving, being.

in this world that aims to numb us and paralyze us with its lies, may we . . . continue. perhaps this might be the most revolutionary thing we could do.


On the day of your birth

The Creator filled countless storehouses and


With rich ointments

Luscious tapestries

And antique coins of incredible value

Jewels worthy of a queen’s dowry

They were set aside for your use


Armed with faith and hope

And without knowing of the wealth which awaited

You broke through dense walls

of poverty

And loosed the chains of ignorance which

threatened to cripple you so that you

could walk

A Free Woman

Into a world which needed you

My wish for you

Is that you continue


To be who and how you are

To astonish a mean world

With your acts of kindness


To allow humor to lighten the burden

of your tender heart


In a society dark with cruelty

To let the people hear the grandeur

Of God in the peals of your laughter


To let your eloquence

Elevate the people to heights

They had only imagined


To remind the people that

Each is as good as the other

And that no one is beneath

Nor above you


To remember your own young years

And look with favor upon the lost

And the least and the lonely


To put the mantel of your protection

Around the bodies of

The young and defenseless


To take the hand of the despised

And diseased and walk proudly with them

In the high street

Some might see you and

Be encouraged to do likewise


To plant a public kiss of concern

On the cheek of the sick

And the aged and infirm

And count that as a

Natural action to be expected


To let gratitude be the pillow

Upon which you kneel to

Say your nightly prayer

And let faith be the bridge

You build to overcome evil

And welcome good


To ignore no vision

Which comes to enlarge your range

And increase your spirit


To dare to love deeply

And risk everything

For the good thing


To float

Happily in the sea of infinite substance

Which set aside riches for you

Before you had a name


And by doing so

You and your work

Will be able to continue


(originally written as a birthday gift to Oprah Winfrey)

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