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.
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To My Beloved Mother
By Melba Christie
Today I remember you in deep thought
with gratitude for all you taught me
I remember the few times you laughed with gusto;
which was often when you played with your grandchildren;
or they gave you an unexpected kiss.
I remember your beautiful hands;
And the way you brushed my hair 100 times to make it shine.
I remember how you talked to your plants to make them grow
And all the dreams you helped me to sow
I remember the love you had for my dad;
Even when he passed,
The love never left your heart.
I remember your old sayings
which I often find myself repeating.
I remember your courage and strength;
I remember you would go any length
to help your family and friends
I remember how brave you were to the very end.
Today I miss you more than ever
And hope you how much I loved you.
a sweet memory visits me
I could feel her hug me tight
and I feel free
to let go of my fears.
Sweet memory of life
come back soon to me
Mother hugs me tight
The drawing shows so much
A mother’s pure and gentle touch
an infant fascinated by her mother’s face
no safer space
beyond the womb
warm and full of ecstacy.
Flowers bloom in May
Their beauty is here to stay
Daffodils, Tulips, Lilies like Callas,
and Stargazers, Orchids and Paper Whites
Fressia, Gerbera, and Irises
Peonies, and of course the Red, Red Rose
All of them knows
They bloom to bring cheer
to mother dear.
First True Love
No one can explain
the knowing deep within
Newborn’s eyes meet mom’s
By Melba Christie