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 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.
1 comment:
This poem does connect to the play. In the play, the mother has issues with the son. The son wants his father's money to invest in a liquour store. It ends up bad. His mother has to confort him and tell him that life is not easy and she also has been going through many struggles. Life has not been easy for any of them.
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