Yay! I'm all caught up now! Today's prompt was to write about rebirth:
Easter Gift
A small bulb is planted.
And we wait.
Quite suddenly a small green growth appears.
All those waiting are delighted.
We could almost watch it grow.
One day to the next it is measurably taller.
It grows, grows until we wonder if it will reach the ceiling.
Then, overnight, two red flowers make their glorious appearance.
On Easter day.
Their story underscoring the day.
For the beautiful blooms will droop.
They will wither and eventually drain the plant.
They, and their stem, must be trimmed, removed.
New growth, and a new life for the bulb.
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