Midi Playing ~ Ben ~
Handwriting On The Wall

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 sister had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took her crayons and wrote on the wall!
 It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told her you'd be mad at having to do it again.

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
"Where is your little sister right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to her closet where she had gone to hide.

She called her full name as she entered her room.
She trembled with fear--she 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 her actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from her 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

~~Author Unknown~~

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