As I’ve said before, Christina Rossetti is one of my favorite poets. I think this poem, “Uphill”, is a great metaphor for the difficulties and rewards of motherhood so it’s my offering for this week as we approach Mother’s Day (yikes! I better get those cards in the mail :))
Uphill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
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Very nice. I love Christina Rossetti. She has such charming poems. Morbid at times, yes, but very beautiful nonetheless.
Thanks for sharing this poem — I love that you pointed it out as a metaphor for motherhood. Reading it now, I couldn’t agree more!