Friday, July 18, 2008


I've been busy joining Forums and Communities lately to add some spark to my new hobby, create some traffic with Pinay Moms around the globe, make noise with Christian music enthusiasts across the pacific, but there is this one community where my soul and spirit are really at home. Martin, one of my friends in that site sends his personal poems [and I think some quoted poems too] as message to his community friends, and he really got into me through this one. Maybe because I am married now and with kids. And, maybe because I am really tolerant with other people's shortcomings, but I tend to be too strict on ST when it comes to wearing her slippers, keeping herself tidy and all that. I am just glad I have a mom to look up to. She really raised us her four girls in patience and love. I cannot think of anybody synonymous to the word sweet. She indeed is the sweetest for me. Hopefully, I will grow more to be like her in this new career of motherhood. Mommy Marl's the first school I have in Parentology 101, while good baby books and godly counsel of beautiful women in the church have become my professors. I really praise God for giving me these helpful gifts in raising my two cute bumble bees.

May we all be reminded of our calling in the Lord as members of our families through this meaningful poem. Ponder on this with me.CH


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

'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 died 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?

God will bless you!

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