Ok.. so here's the thing. I finished my layout for the BlogHop, but not completely.. it was just one page that I presented to you, and sometimes that's how I do them, but I really wanted this one to be a 2 page spread and I just couldn't find the right thing to compliment it, ya know?? That nagging feeling that it is still somehow incomplete?!? When I woke up Wednesday morning I started going through email files in a RUSH looking for a poem that a friend had sent me a long while ago -- and I could only remember half of it.....and.so the search began! After three days of that nagging feeling eating away at me I FINALLY FOUND IT! So here is the finished layout and that, as they say .....is the rest of the story.
Enjoy. and a big thanks to Debbie T - she was the one who sent this poem to me :)
A PRAYER FOR CHILDREN
Adapted from Ina J. Hughs
We pray for 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 were 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 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 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,
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,
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 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.}
"Thoughts For Today " by Glenn Hitchcock
Enjoy your weekend :) I'll post more tomorrow after Open House at JoAnns in Macon (1p to 3p)
