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Whose Children?
Gerri HarveyWhose children are thoseThe ones with that hair?Or the ones who won't answerExcept with a stare?Whose children are thoseThe ones who smell bad?Whose children are thoseLooking lonely and scared?And whose child is THATWith the insolent face?Whose child is thatWho won't stay in his place?I stand here and watch themThe first day of schoolThe rowdy, the moodyThe the very un-cool.I used to wonderBut I no longer askIf there is a parentNeeds taking to task.For I know that no matterIn understanding I've grown.There are raw tender placesWhere spirit meets bone.I am a school nurseI can "see" past the skinAnd I know I must careFrom without and within.Open your eyesBut see with your heartFor nursing is scienceAnd nursing is art.Those children are mineWhether big ones or smallThey are yours, mine and oursThey belong to us all.A Prayer for Children" by Ina Hughes
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.
Last Modified on September 8, 2010