I’m not a son, but I needed this message today š
MOTHER TO SON
by LANGSTON HUGHES
Well, son, Iāll tell you:
Life for me aināt been no crystal stair.
Itās had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floorā
Bare.
But all the time
Iāse been a-climbinā on,
And reachinā landinās,
And turninā corners,
And sometimes goinā in the dark
Where there aināt been no light.
So boy, donāt you turn back.
Donāt you set down on the steps
āCause you finds itās kinder hard.
Donāt you fall nowā
For Iāse still goinā, honey,
Iāse still climbinā,
And life for me aināt been no crystal stair.