By Nikki Giovanni
i shall save my poems
for the winter of my dreams
i look forward to huddling
in my rocker with my life
i wonder what i'll contemplate
lovers-certainly those
i can remember
and knowing my life
you'll be there
you'll be there in the cold
like a Siamese on my knee
proud purring when you let me
stroke you
you'll be there in the rain
like an umbrella over my head
sheltering me from the damp mist
you'll be there in the dark
like a lighthouse in the fog
seeing me through troubled waters
you'll be there in the sun
like coconut oil on my back
to keep me from getting burned
i shall save a special poem
for you to say
you always made me smile
and even though i cried sometimes
you said i will not let you
down
my rocker and i on winter's porch
will never be sad if you're gone
the winter's cold has been stored
against
you will always be
there
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