A Poem for Mother’s Day, Actually for Every Day
This is a poem that I read about 20 years ago, and it still touches me every time I read it. I don’t know who wrote it, but they are a genius. I hope it makes you think too.
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 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
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
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
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 died 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. If we pour ourselves more into work than we do our families — it’s an unwise investment indeed.