“Is this a weed?”
I asked while
examining the tall
stalk
standing 3 feet
at the front of our flower bed
casting a shadow on the
Azalea bush
who’d lost her station
In life.
“That’s my sunflower!”
replied Elina.
Closer examination
revealed 5 small heads
with the potential to become
blossoms.
“Ah yes.” a vague memory
resurfaced
of my daughter coming home from
school with
seeds in her hands
eager to plant.
“Yeah, sure.”
I must have said.
Like the family in the
Carrot Seed, I figured
“It won’t come up.”
In the same self-assured spirit of
the protagonist,
my little girl persisted.
Delighting in the fruits of her
loving hands.
Teaching me a lesson about
faith.
