And After

And after
the weather,
the bitter season of abuse,
the drought,
the best attempts of those
who batter you with wind and anger,
somehow
you still remain,
beautiful, sending your seeds to the sky,
laughing as they dance,
the victory yours.

About this poem

The people I admire the most? Those who have been battered by circumstances and other people, yet survive with grace and kindness and love. They are not just amazing, they are a miracle.

Oh, and the poem could also be about milkweed.

Tom