This is the month to celebrate and share poetry with family, complete strangers, and your sweetheart – so in honor of this wonderful excuse to recite, re-tweet and remember favorite poems, here is one of my favorites.
My mother loved poetry and would read it aloud. She kept books of poems close – so as I type these words that I can hear her say in my head, I keep her ever close in my heart.
Yet another of the many beauties of poetry.
The Road Not Taken
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 kept 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.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost : The Poetry Foundation