My Son Said, “I Am Angry At Robert Frost”


My son sits on the floor of my room

Poetry books scattered





He is looking through each slim volume,

flipping through as I taught him

looking for the one poem that catches

his breath.

He says to me,

“I am angry at Robert Frost.”

I ask him how that could be so.

“Because at Joe’s house one day we took the path home

that few people take and it was covered in stickers and brambles.”

He had taken the Path Less Traveled By.

My son is the source of my joy. He is the beating of my heart.

As I watched him flip through the thin volumes

I saw in him my father and my father in law.

I watched my son on the verge of manhood

and was pleased that he had taken the

Path Less Traveled By

inspired by a Poet

but really…

my son just living his life.

His Life.

I know this boy

I know that it will be and has been his way

to take the path less traveled by.

I have watched him walk this path alone

I have watched him walk this with a friend or two.

I can imagine my son saying to his friend,

“Just this once, lets take this path….”

I know it will not be just that once.

My son cursed Robert Frost.

My son held the thin volumes that carpet my floor

as he took yet another Path Less Traveled By

A teen boy, flipping through a thin volume

Brambles and all.

I hope that you too will take the time this month

to hold a thin volume, to flip through the pages

and find what calls  you.




The Road Not Taken

_ Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ by Step On a Crack on April 4, 2013.

6 Responses to “My Son Said, “I Am Angry At Robert Frost””

  1. I always wondered what Frost meant by “undergrowth”. 🙂

    On 4/4/13, Step On A Crack…Or Break Your Mother’s Back


  2. Oh, this is sooo lovely! The title captures a smile from my soul and then the poem reads on to tell me why. Love it. x


  3. Reblogged this on ramblingpainter.


  4. Heaven help me … but my mother always recited this poem. She was quite educated and quite a little (loner) shall we say.

    As for Will, you, me and lots of people who THINK and DO for themselves, the road less traveled is the only choice.

    I can picture you with your Boy ‘o’ Joy, chatting and having your “moments”. It’s really beautiful Jen. XO MEL


  5. Jen, You inspire all of us but most of all the creativity within your son! He’s so fortunate to have a mother like you. Take care and stay safe, Edie


  6. Beautiful sentiment behind beautiful writing!


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