The Flowers

I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
“Oh, excuse me please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too;
Wasn’t even 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.

Look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll 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 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, little boy, 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 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.”

Are you aware that if we die tomorrow, the company 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. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family – an unwise investment indeed.

So what is behind the story? You know what is the full word of family?

FAMILY =
(F)ATHER
(A)ND
(M)OTHER,
(I)
(L)OVE
(Y)OU

It is worthwhile to share more time with them as they are getting older.
Make balance among all things.

… Author unknown

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