Writing on the Wall

A weary mother returns from the shop
Logging her shopping, just about to drop
Awaiting her return was her five year old son
Dying to tell her what his brother had done
While you were shopping Mum and Dad on a call
Dan took his feltips and hes drawn on the wall
Its on the new paint that you said was our den
Is he in trouble Mum?
We can paint it again
She let out a sigh and cradled her brow
Were is your little brother right now?
Hes hiding mummy somewhere upstairs
she was already counting the cost of repairs
On and on she went, ranted and raving
Could she do it again, all that saving?
She opened the door and entered his room
He was under the bed awaiting his doom
The felt tipped drawing peirced her soul like a dart
It said I Love Mummy encased in a red heart
It still hangs there now just as she found
Complimented by her favourite surround
As a message to her, well indeed to us all
You must always take time to read the writing on the wall