True story.

A wonderfull and brave woman one read this poem while reading she broke down into tears because she was heart broken she was a mother to us so it was only right that we all shared her pain. She lost her son and we all lost a brother I'll never forget this woman I pray for her and will not utter her name until I meet her again.


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.