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21 May 2005

Family

This post originates from an unknown source which came to me in an e-mail forwarded by a dear friend.

It endorses what I believe in. If we are wise, we will only invest in what is worth it.

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 family 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 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."

FAMILY
If we were to die tomorrow, the company we work 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 into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?

8 comments:

  • At 1:11 am, Blogger Kaps said…

    Very thoughtful. I feel that our tolerance levels are quite high when it comes to work. At the home front, we vent our anger / feelings without thinking much about the consequences (hoping that we can always patch up if the need arises). We may not be showing our real self at work as we may want to be seen as goodie goodie.

    Thanx 4 Blogrolling me.

     
  • At 12:48 pm, Blogger Sayesha said…

    Princessse,

    This is the best poem of yours I've read!

     
  • At 3:48 pm, Blogger Princessse said…

    Soldier: Thanks to you :)

    Kaps: perhaps it's the fact that we know our family have little choice but to keep us. Whereas, with the company we work for, we feel we cannot afford to lose out on the position and reputation our hard work has earnt us.

    Sayesha: Thanks!!! I only wish that this one were written by ME :p..

     
  • At 5:58 pm, Blogger Sayesha said…

    Whoops! Haha! :P

     
  • At 8:11 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hi, first time here.
    I really liked this poem very much. Very touching.A Simple msg very simply put!

     
  • At 11:25 am, Blogger Princessse said…

    Angelsera - yes, it's a very touching poem.. one of my favourites.. I tend to come back to read it every couple of weeks almost! Just to ensure that I am aware of what most of my actions are devoted to and whether they aptly reflect my priorities in life.
    =)
    Wish I knew who the author was..

     
  • At 11:00 pm, Blogger R said…

    Too good!...whoever the poet is, its just too good.

    Love your blog...so many emotions i can identify with expressed so beautifully in the poems here.

    cheers

     
  • At 12:16 am, Blogger Princessse said…

    Mr Quipster - thank you very much for the encouraging feedback... I'm glad that you can relate to my poems :)...

     

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