smile…be silly with me

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 wire
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 & fistfuls of dandelions
who hug in a hurry and forget their lunch money.

And we pray for those
who have no safety blanket to drag behind them
who watch their parents watch them die
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 & 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 or temple & 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

We pray for children who want to be carried
for those who must