The Gift Beyond Imagination (2)
Finally, about a week into summer, the tiny plant poked its head above the soil and drank in the rays of sunlight. Every day, it grew taller and stronger as Mary Em cared for it. The small plant quickly grew and soon bloomed into a beautiful red poppy, just like the ones Gram had grown in her garden! Mary Em loved to wake up to the little flower every morning. It was like hearing Gram say “I love you” every day. But then one morning, the poppy began to droop and hang its head. Mary Em watered it more and moved it to a sunnier spot. Despite all her efforts, though, the little poppy shrivelled and died. Mary Em couldn’t bear to throw it away. She just left it there on her windowsill. Now it brought sad thoughts–thoughts of Gram’s sickness and death. Many weeks later, the air began to chill, and the leaves started to fall from the trees. Winter was on its way. Mary Em decided it was time to throw out the remains of the little poppy. As she did, though, tiny black specks began to fall. They were seeds! That is when Mary Em remembered what Gram had said – “Winter may come, but that just means Spring is on its way.” With this thought, Mary
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