'Oh excuse me please' was my reply.
He said, 'Please excuse me too;
I did not notice you.'
We were very polite,
this stranger and I.
We went on our way
and we said goodbye.
But at home
a different scenario,
How we treat our loved ones,
young and old.
Later that day
while preparing dinner,
My son stood
beside me very still.
When I turned
I nearly knocked him down.
'Move away,' I shouted.
He walked off slowly
his little heart broken.
I didn't realize
how harshly I'd spoken
While I lay awake in bed,
A small voice came to me
'While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you used,
but that someone you love,
you seem to abuse......
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers behind the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and orange.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.'
By this time
I felt very small,
And now my tears
began to fall.
I quietly went
And bend towards his bed;
'Wake up, little one, wake up,' I said. '
Are these the flowers you picked for me?'
He smiled, 'I found 'them', in our garden.
I picked 'them' because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'them', especially the yellow.'
I said, 'Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way.'
He said, 'Oh, Mom, that's ok.
I love you anyway.'
I said, 'Son, I love you too,
and I like the flowers, especially the yellow.'
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow,
the company that we are working for
could easily replace us in a matter of days.
But the family
we leave behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.
But suprisingly
we pour ourselves more into work
rather than into our own family
This is an unwise investment indeed.
So...what's behind this story ?
What say you.....???????
1 comment:
Ann,
You've got the msg there.
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