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We pray for the children
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 a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places where
we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We pray for the children
who bring us sticky kisses
and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry
and forget their lunch money.
And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket
to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
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 the children who
spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
who never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed
in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple
and scream in 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,
those who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry
and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for the children
who want to be carried and
for those who must be,
for those we never give up on and
for those who don't get a second chance,
for those we smother and...
for those who will grab the hand of
anybody kind enough to offer it.
Author Ina Hughs
"Think of Those Who Love You"
of the top angel painting called "Cupidon"
by Adolphe-William Bouguereau (1825-1905), click HERE
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