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On Langston Hughes – Black History Month Tribute to a Great Poet


My favorite poem of Langston Hughes is “Mother to Son”. I read the poem during a ballet dedicated to the great Harlem Renaissance poet. The poem resonated with many grandmothers in the audience that evening and I will never forget Ella Mae who came up to me and told me her story. She struggled to make ends meet when her husband died tragically and she was left with three little boys. She was the daughter of a share cropper and never learned to read. But her dream was to see her sons go to school and become professionals. Her eldest became an attorney and the other two sons were both doctors. She finally learned to read at the age of 70 when she enrolled in an adult literacy program. How she managed was a miracle. She said her own children never realized she was not literate. The reason she shared all of this with me was because her favorite poet was Langston Hughes. He was one of the first poets introduced to her by her literacy instructor. This poem is a tribute to all mothers who dream big for their children. I will never forget Ella Mae and her heartwarming story about a mother’s love. Here is a recitation by Langston Hughes himself.

Go With The Flow


Langston said,
“My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
I always knew exactly what he meant.
I was very young when I first saw a river
close up and personal.
Its Rippling mesmerized me.
the moss-covered rocks
served as stepping-stones
to a safe haven.
I want to go with the flow
Feel its timeless energy,
fugitive from the craziness
and elusive like the butterfly
I ask it to overflow
abundance to those who need it the most

 

“My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
Langston said.
sun rays glisten on the liquid crystal
and I listen to its secrets
and to the whispers from the heavens above
a mindful moment
“There is a river whose streams
make glad the city of God…”
And I feel at peace again.

 

 

 

 

 

Langston Hughes


Mother To Son, Track 1, Rec (4)

 

 

 

I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets. I love the rhythm and the images.

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.

Dare Dream My Children


Dedicated to all our children for they are the future and most importantly our present. They are all our children and they are watching us.

Dare dream

my dear children

today and tomorrow

the same

Some many still remain

Dare Dream

a new dream

so many like you

are in your company

pay homage

to the great preacher

who knew it would be possible some day

Dare dream

the bold dream

the one some will tell

is too ambitious

just keep your eye on the prize

Dare dream

because it does not cost you anything

only good will, hard work, and passion

Dare Dream

out loud,

proudly

wide-eyed and determined

to be the change

just because

it is with you

where dreams fulfilled begin

Dare Dream

my children

you are not alone

the first stone

has been set

by the architect

who led the fight

for equal

civil and social rights

Dare Dream

It has not been deferred

it will not explode

Dare Dream

Dare Dream

Dare Dream

– Melba Christie

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
“Take the first step in faith. You do not have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”
                                                                                 – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.