Today is my posting day and there are things I want to write and express but my worry about what others will think or what others will worry about for me makes me choose not to post much except a poem. I discovered this poem in my junior year of college and then promptly after had it taped to the outside of my dorm room door. There are some days in life and in writing that you leave behind only a few words. I hope you can carry this with you throughout the rest of the week and into the weekend,
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.
As always, thanks for reading,