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A Prayer for Children 

We pray for children who sneak popsicles before supper,
  who erase holes in math workbooks,
  who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,         
  who like ghost stories, 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 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 sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish,
  who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
  who get visits from the tooth fairy,
  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 monsters are real. 

We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
  who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub,
  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,
  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.