Building Cathedrals
I am reading my children poetry from The Oxford Illustrated Book of American Children’s Poems and I thought today’s poem was worth sharing. I am overtired and a bit of a sap but I couldn’t hold back tears. This poem led us in to a great conversation about metaphor, struggle and civil rights.
Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes
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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