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.


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."


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?


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.

Please, Impregnate Me

The sublime depths to which a desperate schemer would go. Jennifer de la Vega was a 'stubborn pursuer'. Not content with the fading promise of Carlos Eduardo to live with her as his concubine, she traced him to L.F's house and met both of them discussing about Carlos offer to buy a comfortable house for his son.

She quickly and enviously interrupted, without invitation, saying that the house had already been bought, and she would decorate a room for little Pedro in the house. She became excessively 'friendly' but obviously it was a masked hatred, which both Carlos and L.F could see through.

After she left with Carlos, she began to beg Carlos to come and impregnate her, so she too could give him a son too. This new turn set me thinking on how this lady of elegance and former Miss Universe had descended and plunged into the abyss of ignominy, not because of true love for a man, but because of an egoistic obsession and emotional battle for a man whom, she now sees as a priced-trophy, to be won either by hook or crook. This cast doubt on how she won "Miss Universe" in the past, could it have been through the same wily and crooked means?

It started with a harmless and promising relationship that could have led to the altar, the man buckled because he found another lady who could give him a greater fulfillment in marriage, than Jenny. Then entered the battle to recover the 'lost' boyfriend. From there, dirty tricks about fake pregnancy, was deployed to trap the man, after that failed, she smuggled herself into the man's woes and flew to Baltimore to hypocritically share his sorrows, and of course, comfort him by living with him and monopolizing him for two years. Two years that she could not succeed in making him to marry her.

Now, having lost her grip over her desire to become a "live-in lover", with Carlos Eduardo, her next step downwards was to beg him to impregnate her. Gradually but steadily, Jennifer is going psycho with her obsession of beating the gardener's daughter for the prized trophy- CARLOS EDUARDO.

More about this drama would be found in Snippet 120, Snippet 119, and Snippet 118.