This is a beautiful way to describe love and especially the love between a mother and daughter, but it resonates with everyone. Maya Angelou was an American author, poet, dancer, actress and singer. But her way with words is enchanting. She captures your heart from the word go.You can watch her telling this story on the link below.
Unfortunately, Maya Angelou passed away 28th May 2014 at the age of 86. She reportedly had been working on another book before she died, an autobiography about her experiences with national and world leaders. She made the world a better place and her legacy will live on through years.
I am grateful, to be, have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love because that liberates, love liberates. It doesn’t just hold, that’s ego, love liberates.
When my son was born I was 17. My mother had a huge house, 14 room house.
At 17 I went to her, I said “I’m leaving”. She asked me,“Your leaving my house?” and she had live in help.
I said “Yes”. I found a job and I’ve got a room with cooking priviledges down the hall and the landlady will be the babysitter.
She asked me “Your leaving my house?” I said “Yes, Ma’am”… “And your taking the baby?” “I said “Yes”.
She said “Alright remember this, when you step over my doorsill you’ve been raised. You know the difference between right and wrong… do right, don’t let anybody raise you and make you change and remember this, you can always come home”.
I went home every-time life slammed me down and make me call it uncle. I went home with my baby. My mother never once acted as if I told you so. She said “Oh baby’s home, oh my darling, mamma’s gonna cook you something, mothers gonna make this for you”, love… she liberated me to life, she continued to do that.
When my son may have been 5 years old my mother would pick him up all the time and feed him. I went to her once a month and she would cook for me. So, one day i went to her house and she cooked rib rice which I loved.
After we finished eating we walked down the hill and she started across the street. I was 22 years old and she said “Wait a minute baby, you know I think your the greatest women I have ever met. Mary McLeod Bethune, Eleanor Roosevelt and my Mother, you’re in that category.
Then she said “Give me a kiss”. I gave her a kiss and I got onto the street car.
I can remember the way the sun fell on the slats of the wooden seats. I sat there and I thought about her and I thought suppose shes right… shes intelligent and she said shes too mean to lie, so, suppose I am gonna be somebody!
She released me, she freed me, to say I may have something in me that may be of value, maybe just not to me, you see, that’s love..
And when she was in her final sickness I went out to San Francisco and the doctor said she has 3 weeks to live. I asked her “Would you come to North Carolina?” She said “Yes.”
She had emphysema and lung cancer I brought her to my home. She lived for a year and a half and when she was finally, finally in extremist. She was on oxygen fighting cancer for her life and I remembered her liberating me and I said I hope I’ll be able to liberate her. She deserved that from me, she deserved a great daughter and she got one!
So in her last days, “Now, I understand that some people need permission to go as I understand it, you maybe have done what god put you here to do. You were a great worker. You must of been a great lover cause a lot of men and if I’m not wrong maybe a couple of women risked their life to love you.”
“You were a mother of small children but you were great, great mother of young adults and if you need permission to go I liberate you.”
I went back to my house and something said go back! I was in my pyjamas. I jumped in my car and went. The nurse said “Shes just gone”.
You see… Love liberates