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Saturday, May 11, 2013

How to remember how lucky you are..

This poem has always touched my heart.  I first saw it years ago when my mom published a family cookbook, and this was included in it. I'm especially reminded of its poignancy this week, this Mother's Day, after seeing the three women and the little girl rescued from their living hell in the middle of a neighborhood in Cleveland, OH.   What a wonderful weekend for these four, and their families! But there are others like them, with different circumstances, but living in that same hell on earth.  Don't forget them in your prayers!!

A Prayer for the Children ~ by Ina J. Hughes 

We pray for the 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’ve never squeaked across the floor in new sneakers,
who never had crayons to count,
who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead,
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 dog and bury goldfish,
who give hugs in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind,
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 never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don’t like to be kissed in front of the school,
who squirm in church 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,
who will eat anything,
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 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 chance.
For those we smother with our love,
and for those who will grab the hand of
anybody kind enough to offer.

Doesn't that just get you?  Right now - go hug your babies - little or grown. Tell them you love them forever!  Count your blessings.  Life isn't perfect for any of us.  I'm going through a lot of junk right now, but making sure to always look for the silver lining.  It's there. We may have to dig a bit, but we can find it if we try.  So please remember how lucky you are, then say a prayer for those children who aren't so lucky, and their mamas, too.


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