Blossom Poem by Myra Jefferson

Embedded in the rich, dark soil of history
My roots are still a part of me
Nourishing me, spurning me on Making me face another dawn
Of uncertainty

Tickled by the gentle rains
Tackled by the hurricanes
My limbs drink in the morning sun
As I face another dawn
Of mystery

Trampled cruelly underfoot
Softly sighing overlooked
Moment by moment I grow strong
Searching for another dawn
Of destiny

As I graduate from Mother Earth
Creation celebrates my birth
And marvels at what I've become
Survivor of the dark and dawn
A blossom