How beautiful a day can be when love touches it.

How beautiful a day can be when love touches it.
 

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 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.
The children you love, you seem to abuse.

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 quietly
not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears
in his 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 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."