Son to Mother
Charles C. Bailey
Well, momma, I hafta say, Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair, either. But them tacks got pulled up, and The floorboards are new, So splinters cain’t pierce my feet. Ain’t no carpet, but I still see Your footprints pressed into the Floor. Those landings and warped corners Been lit cause of you. I can’t rest on these steps They were much harder on you— So I’se don’t fear falling; I’m reachin’ the top for your splinters, Tired feet, and blind faith. . . Life for you momma, ain’t been no crystal stair, But ever since you been climbing, that staircase has been changin’ And shinin’, And by the time my chillun start climbin’, That staircase will be Polished like diamond.
Sparks, Ashley Harkins prisma colored pencil, water color, and pen on crescent board
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