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 were torn up,
And places with no carpet
on the floor —Bare.
But all the time
I’ve been a-climbing’ on,
And reachin’ landings,
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’ve still goin’, honey, I’ve still climbed,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
— By Langston Hughes
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- A Light Exists in Spring by – Emily Dickinson