Done With by Ann Stanford

My house is torn down--
Plaster sifting, the pillars broken,
Beams jagged, the wall crushed by the bulldozer.
The whole roof has fallen
On the hall and the kitchen
The bedrooms, the parlor.

They are trampling the garden--
My mother's lilac, my father's grapevine,
The freesias, the jonquils, the grasses.
Hot asphalt goes down
Over the torn stems, and hardens.

What will they do in springtime
Those bulbs and stems groping upward
That drown in earth under the paving,
Thick with sap, pale in the dark
As they try the unrolling of green.

May they double themselves
Pushing together up to the sunlight,
May they break through the seal stretched above them
Open and flower and cry we are living.

I liked this poem because the author is saying that no matter how bad your day, week, or year has been, there are always going to be things that cheer you up. Flowers in this poem are symbolized as a positive happening. Their beautiful colors and fragrances are what brings smiles on peoples faces. Towards the end of the poem it states that with every negative occurrence taking place flowers still bloom. There will always be that one positive thing that comes along with every bad happening.