F A M I L Y
> > >
> > >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 on our way and we said 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 said with a frown.
> > >He walked away, his little heart broken.
> > >I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
> > >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 children you love, you seem to abuse.
> > >Go and look on the kitchen floor,
> > >You'll find some flowers there by the door.
> > >Those are the flowers he brought ht for you.
> > >He picked the! m ! himself: pink, yellow and blue.
> > >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 knelt by his bed;
> > >"Wake up, little one, wake up," I 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 you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
> > >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 okay.
> > >I love you anyway."
> > >I said, "Son, I love you too,
> > >and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
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