A weary mother returned from the store,
\nLugging groceries through the kitchen door.
\nAwaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
\nAnxious to relate what his younger brother had done.<\/p>\n
“While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
\nT.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
\nIt’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
\nI told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.”<\/p>\n
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
\n“Where is your little brother right now?”
\nShe emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
\nShe marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.<\/p>\n
She called his full name as she entered his room.
\nHe trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom!
\nFor the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
\nAbout the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.<\/p>\n
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
\nShe condemned his actions and total lack of care.
\nThe more she scolded, the madder she got,
\nThen stomped from his room, totally distraught!<\/p>\n
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
\nWhen she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
\nThe message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
\nIt said, “I love Mommy,” surrounded by a heart.<\/p>\n
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
\nWith an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
\nA reminder to her, and indeed to all,
\nTake time to read the handwriting on the wall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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