We all receive the 'round robin' emails which we in turn send off, allowing us to say 'hello' to those of our friends, we would otherwise keep telling ourselves that we will catch up with tomorrow.... Such a one arrived the other day from our daughter, whilst on her travels........it is such a poignant and such an accurate description of family life sometimes, that we felt we would like to share it with you....... It had an adjoiner to it which read: "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."........... Now below the first poem is our reply which we felt inspired to write....... we do hope you find them as meaningful as we did.

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 really 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 that night 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 for you.
He picked them 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 was feeling very small,
And then 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."

How many times I wonder
Did I fall into that trap,
Countless, I fear,
But as long as we care,
Its something where
We can go back.

In sharing these moments of joy and laughter,
Dear daughter, this comes to you,
With gentle smiles, across the miles,
And the hope that we will never forget
The worth of a family and all it's treasures,
And the pleasure each of us gets!
by Lizzytish©

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