Mother to Son

Spending the morning watering my garden babies, transplanting some tomato seedlings into larger pots, off to the produce store, then home to make a salad and pack some weekend supplies. Oh yeah did my taxes, yuk this year.

We are headed to Aberdeen to see Marty this time. He has been moved to another facility. A little farther drive than Shelton, two hours, it's at the coast and near a couple little port towns. We can make a nice trip out of it, spending the night on the coast, taking a walk on the beach in the evening and in the morning. Walking on the beach at sunrise is my favorite. I'm hoping to buy some fresh fish in the marina. I'm bringing an empty cooler.

Stafford Creek 

Mother to Son

Langston Huges

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.

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