When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

Read this poem by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan this morning and thought that I would like to share this beautiful poem with you. From Barnes and Noble, it was mentioned that Mary wrote the poem to her mother 24 years ago, thanking her for all she had done as a mother, friend, and role model. She gave the poem to her mother and, a few months later, offered it as a tribute when Mary and her husband were married.

So many wedding guests asked for a copy that Mary included one in her thank-you notes and it just spread from there until it was listed as “Author Unknown,” in A Fourth Course of Chicken Soup for the Soul, which her husband and children gave her as a Mother’s Day gift. This is a reminder to us that no deed, which is done with love and out of love, is ever too small; it surely make a different in another’s life.

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When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.

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