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THE HAND WRITING ON THE WALL
A weary mother returned from the store
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
“While I was out playing and Dad was on the phone,
T.J took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the kitchen,
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 now?”
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She matched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered the 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 kitchen to confirm her fears,
When she saw the wall, her eyes were flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced through her soul with a dart.
It said: “I love Mummy” surrounded by small hearts.
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,
To take to read “The Handwriting On The Wall”
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