Famous Family Poem

Mother To Son By Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes was a prominent writer during the Harlem Renaissance. In this poem, a mother uses the metaphor of life being like a staircase to give advice to her son. While there are difficult times, you must keep moving like you would while walking up a staircase.

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Mother To Son

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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.

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  • by Dl
  • 1 year ago

I was about to cash in my chips. I was sick and tired of being tired. Of no appreciation or respect for all I did, am doing and trying to do for family, friends, God, and the church. I served my time and paid my dues. The world is full of news of children dying because of selfish immature parents and thugs, social injustice and endless political indifference. Of moral and spiritual decay. I fell into a downward spiral and was about to hit bottom. Then God said not yet. Out of nowhere someone sent me this poem. I found my way to a place where I could recoup sit and think things over.
I'm back. The pity party is over. Mamma and grandmamma went thru too much and sacrificed more than I will ever be able to fathom or endure. Langston nailed it with his pen. We sons can never give up if we realize and cherish the love and tears that got us here.
I love you mamma.

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