Mother to Son
We know many ways of artistic expression. People express their feelings through the art of captured time in many, often of great quality, everlasting paintings. Extraordinary hunting musical compositions exist, which amaze our senses with their mastery throughout the centuries. Monumental and thought-provoking sculptures are standing proof of human excellence and great taste and solidifying sublime moments of unstoppable time, for future generations. Also, one of the most primal and probably the first method of expressing our states and needs are through the art of written language. It is the most communicable way of passing massages to other humans. This form of expression contains a variety of its sub forms in which people specialize. In fact, some of these works are so distinguishable that their authors receive internationally honored awards. One of the well-known kinds of literature is poetry. The idea that forms the very basis of poetry is to express one's own feeling through the game of the surprisingly matched, metaphorical phrases that the understanding and interpretation of which can be multiple and can highly differentiate among those who read it, or, it can be fairly similar. It all seems to be depending on t
The desire toward these goals was like climbing toward it and sometimes reaching it or falling. Never less, many of the decisions that needed to be made often appeared as turning points in her life, as previously mentioned metaphorical a "corners" (11). Sometimes making these decisions was needed, but it was not certain what their results were going to be as she says "And sometimes goin' in the dark /Where there ain't been no light" (12,13) and waiting what the consequences will be. In conclusion, I just want to say that I agree with her point of view about life, and I am sure that many other people, if not all of us would. Equality is just a noble notion, which never really existed, as we would like it to; therefore, we all have often widely differentiating chances for, so called, success. Nevertheless, for all of us life symbolizes stairs, which we must walk, in one-way or another. The idea is to walk them well and without making too many mistakes, so at the end of this journey, we can think about ourselves with satisfaction. The poem exhibits a monolog of a mother to her son when she tells him about her experiences, and that he can learn something from them. Her tone while she talks is calm as she starts a "Well, son, I'll tell you:" (1). In her second sentence she compares her existence to walking the stairs and that depending from the quality of these stairs her walk can be comfortable
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Approximate Word count = 952
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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