"We Pray for Children"
We pray for children
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can't bound down the street in new sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the cat and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.
And we pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who don't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the car pool,
Who squirm in church and scream on the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who are never spoiled by anyone,
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
Who want to be carried
And for those who must,
For those we never give up on
And for those who never get a second chance,
For those we smother.
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind
enough to offer it.
We pray for children. Amen.
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can't bound down the street in new sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the cat and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.
And we pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who don't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the car pool,
Who squirm in church and scream on the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who are never spoiled by anyone,
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
Who want to be carried
And for those who must,
For those we never give up on
And for those who never get a second chance,
For those we smother.
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind
enough to offer it.
We pray for children. Amen.
Thank you from the child in me.
ReplyDeleteI can see why it pierced your heart. I too pray for children.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me how grateful I am for what I have been given.
Amen!!
ReplyDelete:-) Hope you have a very Happy Thanksgiving.
That was so powerful and touching. It makes you stop and think and count your blessings. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteFD
As I read that I realized what a blessed life I have led. It makes me so sad that some children don't have a loving home.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Kitty
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving:)!
This made me cry so hard, in a bittersweet way, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeletefaerie,
ReplyDeleteI thought of you when I decided to post this. I'm glad you are where you are.
Sunnygirl,
So many times we don't know how blessed we are.
Audra,
You said it.
FD,
For those of us that love our kids more than life some things are unimaginable.
Kitty,
Happy Thanksgiving to you. I'm just grateful I'm able to be there for my kids.
Anon,
I cry nearly every time I read this.
It's prayers like this that keeps reminding one of all they should be thankful for..I am reminded of my mother who was my best friend...and who would watch Charlie Gibson...Thanks...and I pray that all enjoy this day...God Bless...!!!
ReplyDeletePK. appropriate for Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteIt is always good to remember those who are worse off than us, and to count our blessings.
Have a good Thanksgiving.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Very touching PK. In this busy life we sometimes forget how lucky we are.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing PK.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
That just sent me shivers and made me cry. I am so grateful for my two beautiful children and send prayers to all the children in the world. Have a happy thanksgiving full of family and joy and life's blessings... Terps
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this
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