Blue Flowers
I bumped into a stranger as he passed by.
"Oh, please excuse me", was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't even watching for you."
Oh, we were polite, this stranger and I.
We each went our own way,
after saying good-bye.
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 yelled with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
Later that night, wide awake in my bed,
God's still, small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy
you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse!
Look upon the kitchen floor,
There you'll find flowers by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you,
He picked them himself
pink, yellow and blue.
He stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears in his eyes."
By this time, I felt very small.
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, honey," I whispered and said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew that you'd like them
especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm sorry how I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He hugged me and said "Mommy, that's okay.
You know I love you anyway."
I said, Son, I love you too!
And I do like the flowers,
especially the blue."
Author Unknown
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