Son to Mother

I'se still be climbing,
Up these worn down stairs.
Fixin' every broken step,
To make my own crystal stair.
Never looking back to the darkness below.
Following your path to make something new.
Makin' our own crystal stair,
Filling every desolate corner with my light.
We will keep climbin' together,
Makin' our own crystal stair.

There is a lot of Diction used in this poem along with an extended metaphor which is the crystal stair being working up to be able to have a better, more fulfilling life.