Mother To Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

by Langston Hughes

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Comments (4)

fine, damn fine writing, Hugh. something new yet classical to complement the old, but contemporary piece i just read. i should let mr. gunn in on this piece. you display great versatility in your work!
Blessed be indeed! Wonderfully uplifting advice we should all heed. Hugs Anna xxx
Hugh this was a delight to read. May have been political, yet written so diverse for all man's exertions, much freedom in the crafted lines. :) Beautiful.
Not a bad poem, but there's something conventional almost cliched about some of the lines. But it possessed a nice flow. -LP