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A
weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her
eight-year-old son,
Eager to relate what his younger brother
had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was
on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the
wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in
the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do
it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right
now?"
She emptied her arms and with a
purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had
gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered
his room.
He trembled with fear -- he knew that
meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and
raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she
had saved.
Stressed over all the work it would take
to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack
of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally
distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her
fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded
with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul
with a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy,"
surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she
found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to
surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the
wall!!!
By -
© Valerie Cox
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