lesson learn by my mom.

My mother's lesson in empathy

At the time, I was a five-year old boy

A visit to my aunty, always a joy

My cousin was playing with cars at the back

He just had a new one, the body in black

Orange lines on the side, oh boy, what a toy

Only a few minutes later, it is hard to believe

My cousin was called and he had to leave

This left us alone, that beautiful car, and me

The temptation was great, as great as could be, 

I could not resist and became a thieve

Into my pocket, very smoothly it went, 

I was delighted, extremely content

When we reached home, I told to my mom

With much pride about what I had done

And that's where contentment would end

My mother, incredibly sweet, incredibly bright

Swallowed her anger but asked in a voice, slightly tight

Please consider for a minute or two

How you would feel if someone did this to you.

Deep in my mind, I considered this plight.

It was easy to see the horrible feeling

I'd caused in my cousin by carelessly stealing

Our next visit, I was allowed to put it silently back

That car, with orange stripes on a body of black

Since then, I ‘ve quit forever the stealing

I don't think that there ever could be

A more brilliant lesson in empathy