Sunday, February 18, 2007

Love of, and for Family

This morning, a fellow gardener sent me this, and it was so touching. I am sure she got it from some other sources but i was touched by the message of love in it. I decided to post it for your week's delight as we begin a new week.

Thanks once again to: Adesola Izekor (Mrs.) for this poem.

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 goodbye.


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

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 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?
So what is behind the story?


Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

GOD BLESS YOU, HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK.

Thanks, sister Omodesola, love you. Next time if you don't mind, I would have loved to add your family pix to accompany this poem.

3 comments:

slyam said...

Thanks for sharing your experience

Anonymous said...

Dear Philo.
Thank you very much for this wonderful and touching message it really humble me I remembered my sister said am been selfish with my time in that I spent mostly all my time working for someone
(Employer) and that I never cared whether they needed to feel my presence around them or not. And is true I work from 8am to 10pm Monday to Saturday I hardly have time to express my love to our family members. I think this message is another lesson for me to live up to expectation.
Emma Antigha

Philomena Ojikutu said...

Slyam and Emma Antigha,

The gratituteb for that post belong to Omodesola. This is her email address, adesola_ebun@yahoo.com

we were all touched by that expression of care and love.