Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967 / Missouri)
Poems by Langston Hughes : 56 / 92
Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
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I like your poem. It is very touchies
to my son THANDOKUHLE, mom love you boy
This poem is not only toching and inspiring, the imagery is amazing. The juxtaposition of the smoothness of the crystal stair with the tacks. I've read this poem for over 40 years and it still conjures up incredible images - in the most simple way.
While the message is inspiring this poem is also wonderfully rhythmic. If you read it as the words of a tired old woman, patiently making her way up the stairs, climbing over life's challenges. You hear the pulse of determination in these words. I love this poem.
What an endearing and loving scene between a hard working mother and her son. Even through the lack of education and the never ending hardship of poverty; this mother was able to give her son advice that was priceless. The two lines that stuck me the most were:
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
We all need to get up off the steps and persevere. The struggles we face today are minute, and minimal compared to the struggles our ancestors made.
Maybe if African-Americans (specifically males) actually realized how much their ancestors suffered 'back-in-the-day' they'd actually take the time to become something more in their lives instead of sinking to violence and drugs, etc.This poem and 'The Negro Mother' has definately inspired me to become Something in my life...to make all my ancestors and all the Black people who died for me to have the privledges that I have now, proud.
Such a sweet and endearing poem. A mother's love....
This poem comes straight from the heart man. I love it>
I remember having to site this poem in third grade. Then, I never thought about what it meant or what I was saying. Just the other day this poem came to mind and I had to look it up on line. I'am now 29 and what I get from this poem is; the mother had worked hard and is still working hard and in doing so she as turned around somewhere in her life and found it to be harder to go back than to stay focus on your dream or destination. Now that her son is coming along in life, he now sees that life is not a crystal stair and there will be bumps and other curves in life but you have to stay straight because it not nessarily easier to get ahead but it is a heck of a lot harder to turn back and then turn in the right direction. Also, she is trying to keep her son from making that same mistake because although lifes' obstacles may or may not be a crystal stair it takes hard work to claim it.
poignant. inspiring.