A Day of Recovery and Thinking of Children

Today was actually a lot of nothing!  I woke up feeling good and went out with the dogs and horses and just enjoyed the animals and the outdoors.  But soon I just felt exhausted!  I sat outside and started a new book but couldn’t keep my eyes open.  What’s going on?  Maybe I’m still recuperating from last week……



There is something I would like to share with you.  For over 15 years I had something on my bulletin board by my desk.  These days of craziness all around the world, it may be more appropriate than ever.

By Ina Hughs


We pray for children
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,chocolate
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 never can find their shoes.

And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can’t bounce down the street,
In a new pair of sneakers,                                                                           wire
Who never “counted potatoes”,
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 fistful of dandelions,
Who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off key,       flower
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 watch their parents watch them die,                                 food
Who can’t find any bread to steal,
Who don’t have 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,                                                            tooth
And 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 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 have never seen a dentist,                                                        sleep
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.

A man runs with a child after an attack Tuesday in the northern Syrian city of Aleppo. Activists said President Bashar Assad's military carried out an airstrike.
For those we never give up on
And for those who don’t have a second chance.
For those we smother….
And those who will grab the hand of anybody…..
Kind enough to offer it.








Thank you for letting me share.  This still grabs my heart.


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