Since so many of you responded with promises of prayers for the children yesterday, I thought that I would post this beautiful poem by Ina Hughes……
If you are familiar with it you will understand this warning: Beware, the words will stay with you and haunt you for a very long time:
“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.
(We pray for Children, 1995, William Morrow publishers)
Beautiful sentiment here, thanks for sharing this. It’s amazing how vastly different life paths can be.
A beautiful poem. Thank you. Yes, you’re right: it is haunting.
claire
what can I say…
deeply sad and sweet and real
Oh Amen, that is haunting….made my heart ache but it is so true……Lori
Andie, hope you don’t mind that I linked to your site today on my blog, this poem so moved me that I felt led to share it! Thanks again. Lori
Oh my gosh Lori, I don’t mind at all, in fact I am quite honored. Have a great day.