Amid the rubble of crumbling concrete
a seed, unwittingly sown, sends its tender shoots
pushing toward love’s light.
Ever so gently, but with iron purpose
does it break up the stones of a hardening heart
on a journey to greet the sun.
Fragile roots probe the source of being
to draw nourishment from wellsprings
that lie hidden from self awareness.
Until finally, a single triumphant bud
unfurls its petals in full beauty
to herald a new season.
The first sign of spring has arrived
after the fruitless winter of my selfish youth…..
My daughter, my wildflower!
Deborah Downes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wildflower-6/
