After The Storm Poem by Ima Ryma

After the storm I'm still alive,
Banged up and barely hanging on,
But just glad that I did survive,
Though most all of my stuff is gone.
I know that I am not alone,
So many others hurting too.
This storm was the way worst one known
In my home town to have blown through.
But this storm is over, and I
Am helping in my neighborhood.
The sun is shining in the sky.
We're sharing love and that is good.

Uninsured house did disappear,
But in my heart, home is still here.