That's OK

See that tree?
Sisters in adversity
she and I.

A stiff wind
causes her to shed
dead,
used up branches.

That's OK.
She no longer
needs them.

She endures:
twisted, misshapen
somewhat unlovely.

That's OK.
Still she strains
towards the Sun.

© Copyright 1996 Rebecca E. Kern

First appeared in the anthology
"Treasured Poems of America"
Winter 1997

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