I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
We were very polite,
But at home a different story is told,
Later that day, as I cooked our meal,
He walked away, his little heart broken.
"While dealing with strangers, it's courtesy used,
"Those are the flowers he brought for you.
At God's soft words I felt very small,
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
I said, "Son, I'm sorry I acted that way;
I said, "Son, your Mommy loves you too,
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 left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives?
"Oh excuse me, please", was my reply.
He said, "Would you excuse me too?
I wasn't even watching for you."
This stranger and I.
We went on our way
and we said good-bye.
how we treat our loved ones, young and old.
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.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake that evening in bed,
God's gentle voice came to me and said,
but the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go look upon the kitchen floor,
you'll find some flowers by the door.
He picked them himself; pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very still not to spoil the surprise,
and you never saw the tears fill his eyes."
and then my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree.
"I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I never should have yelled today."
He said, "Oh, Mommy, that's okay.
Because I love you anyway."
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Do you know what FAMILY means?
(F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
Teardrop Project for abused children.