A weary mother returned from the
store,
"While I was out playing and Dad was on
a call,
She let out a moan and furrowed her
brow,
She called his full name as she entered
his room.
Lamenting all the work it would take to
repair,
She headed for the den to confirm her
fears.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as
she found it,
A reminder to her, and indeed to
all,
lugging groceries through the kitchen
door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old
son,
anxious to relate what his younger
brother had done.
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."
"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.
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.
She condemned his actions and total lack
of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she
got,
Then stomped from his room, totally
distraught!
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.
With an empty picture frame hung to
surround it.
Take time to read the handwriting on the
wall.
~Author Unknown~