I have this poem on my study wall. It is a reminder to keep on going.
On the anniversary of Langston Hughes’ birthday I share this poem with you.
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 boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
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.
Langston Hughes (from his collection - Selected Poems)
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Mother to Son - Poetry by Langston Hughes
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