"I'M
SORRY"
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 daughter stood
beside me very still.
When I turned, I
nearly knocked her down.
"Move out of the
way," I said with a frown.
She walked away, her
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
she brought for you.
She picked them herself,
pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly
not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw
the tears in her eyes."
By this time, I felt
very small
and now my tears
began,to fall.
I quietly went and
knelt by her bed;
"Wake up, little
girl, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers
you picked for me?"
She 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, "Daughter,
I'm sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have
yelled at you that way."
She said, "Oh, Mom,
that's okay. I love you anyway."
I said, "Daughter,
I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that:
If we die 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 lost for the rest of their lives. And come
to think of it, we often pour ourselves more into work than to our family-
an unwise investment indeed.
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B. Barnes 2000-2001
