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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 now 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 red, 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 went very quietly 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 them out by the tree
I picked them because they’re pretty like you
I knew you’d like them 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”.
