Son to Mother

This is a take off, of mother to son by langston hugh

Well, ma, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no peaceful River

The Water’s pulled me and rushed over me

I 've clashed with sharp rocks and stones

 

Sometimes the floor is silt and smooth then it’s harsh and stony

You lose what you carry, you get stuck between stones

You look around and everyone is moving on

You pull loose and rush to catch up,

 Sometimes I Do,

 Sometimes I Don’t

You’re covered in shade by the trees above

Suddenly you’re left alone

Exposed

Hurt by the sun

But still you move on

 

A Waterfall approaches and you hear it from far

You're rushed down

Stuck in the violent twirl of the current

You struggle for air and with all your might you pull yourself out

 

There have been  splits at ends

I’ve emptied into Bigger Lakes

But Life for me ain't been no peaceful river

Author's Note

do you think this captures the idea of the original, or what the son might respond?

Reviews

[carol burgess romance]

you have written a very beautiful description of life comparing it to how a river flows with all its twist and turns over sharp rocks...great job