Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
‘Oh excuse me please’, was my reply.
He said, ‘Please excuse me too, I wasn’t watching for you’.
We were very polite this stranger and I,
We went our way and said goodbye.
But at home, a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned I nearly knocked him down,
‘Move out of the way!’, I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken,
I didn’t realise how harshly I had spoken.
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While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still-small voice came to me and said,
‘While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the family you love, you seem to abuse.'
'Go and look in the kitchen floor,
You will find some flowers there by the door.'
'Those are the flowers he brought for you
He picked them himself - pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly, not to spoil the surprise
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes..'
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By this time I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed,
‘Wake up little one, wake up', I said.
'Are these the flowers you picked for me?'
He smiled, ‘I found them out by the tree,
I picked them because they are pretty like you.
I knew you liked them, especially the blue.'
I said, ‘Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted,
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.'
He said, ‘Oh mum, that’s okay,
I still love you anyway.'
