With one last topple it fell to the ground,
Smashing and crashing, soon it would be found.
An innocent game had turned south,
Both girls stood with a jaw-dropped mouth.
Squirmles and Squirrel knew doom was soon,
Mom was only in the other room.
She came quickly when she heard the noise,
Asking, “Who did this?” with an upset poise.
Squirmles and Squirrel froze with fear,
And then pointed a finger at their peer.
Squirrel blamed Squirmles and Squirmles did the same,
No one wanted to take the blame.
Each one said the other one did it,
No one wanted to admit.
The truth is, Squirrel threw the final ball,
But Squirmles knew she had started it all.
Mom looked at them with sadness and shame,
Worse than the broken lamp she hated the blame.
Each one only worried about herself,
As the lamp lay broken off the shelf.
To their rooms they sent,
Both in trouble for the event.
Not for the lamp or the pieces it was in,
But for blaming each other for their sin.
Take responsibility for what you do,
Don’t blame others when the fault is on you.
It’s better to own up to your mistake,
God will forgive you no matter the mess you make.
Therefore you have no excuse, O man, every one of you who judges. For in passing judgment on another you condemn yourself, because you, the judge, practice the very same things.