Son to Mother
When your skin can kiss the sun
and your smile can crack the sky
and your walk is made to stun
every normal human eye
and your laugh can dim the moon
struggle-magic in your dance
and your voice can serve as tune
for both riot and romance
When you’re born as heaven’s sake
with God nesting in your hair
When you’re born too strong to break
When you’re born too cool to care
I ask you
what difference would it make
if we had some crystal stair?
WOW!!! That is heavy, moving, and touching! Love it!
Check out my National Poetry Month Celebration at http://www.yvonne-brown.com/blog.html. It would be an honor to feature you next year! Please tell me what you think!
Best wishes to you Jason!