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