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== == = = =Mother To Son By: Langston Hughes=  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.

Langston Hughes Higher Purpose
= = = = =To a Daughter Leaving Home //By: Linda Pastan// = at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along, beside you as you wobbled away on two round wheels, my own mouth rounding in surprise when you pulled ahead down the curved path of the park, I kept waiting for the thud of your crash as I sprinted to catch up, while you grew smaller, more breakable with distance, pumping, pumping for your life, screaming with laughter, the hair flapping behind you like a handkerchief waving ****goodbye. Linda Pastan's Higher Purpose**
 * When I taught you

First Lesson By: Philip Booth
Lie back, daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead-man's-float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where this tidewater ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe me, when you tire on the long thrash to your island, lie up, and survive. As you float now, where I held you and let go, remember when fear cramps your heart what I told you: lie gently and wide to the light-year stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.

Philip Booth's Higher Purpose