When You Come

I love this poem...and here it was written today on the sidewalk behind the high school.
I saw this on our walk up to the school where Macy had her choir concert tonight.
hope you enjoy this poem too.
Love,
Michele

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY. 

-Maya Angelou