When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
Delivered By: Lloyd D. Newell
Delivered By: Lloyd D. Newell
More than two decades ago, a young woman soon to graduate from college and get married reflected on her life and was filled with gratitude for the goodness and example of her mother. After praying for divine assistance to express in words her love and appreciation, Mary Rita Schilke Korzan wrote a poem titled “When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking” and dedicated it to her mother. Years later she was surprised to find the poem in a book with the words “author unknown.” Mary eventually unraveled the mystery of lost authorship, driven by a desire that those who read the poem would know the person who inspired it—her mother.
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 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.¹
Program #4055¹
© 1980 Mary Rita Schilke Korzan. Used by permission.
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.
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t lookingYou 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.¹
Program #4055¹
© 1980 Mary Rita Schilke Korzan. Used by permission.
4 comments:
I absolutely love that poem!
Thanks for the poem Lisa.
That is a lovely poem, Lisa. I'm not sure if you chose the pictures or if you got this in an email, but you may want to know that the picture of the woman crying doesn't really go with the poem. The picture is of Casey Anthony, a mother in Florida on trial for murdering her toddler daughter. Just thought you'd want to know.
thanks for telling me about that picture, lauren. i had no idea who the lady was in the picture. i'm going to replace it with a different picture.
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