2557. Good morning!|
© Bruce Goodman 27 October 2022
Stella was lying in a bed. She was paralysed from the waist down. She had one little joy to keep her going.
Just out her window, if she was turned on her side, she could see a small garden of gladioli. She could watch each flower open as it “climbed the stem” day by day. Oh so many colours! Each day’s new flowers was Nature’s way of saying “Good morning!”
One rainy day someone came along and picked all the flowers and walked off.
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