
A weary mother returned
from the
store,
Lugging
groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old
son,
Anxious 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.
Lamenting 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 us all,
Take
time to read
the handwriting on the wall.
Author Unknown

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