Tuesday, February 4, 2014

This deserves its own post~

We are responsible for children
who put chocolate finger’s everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak popsicles before dinner,
who erase holes in their math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.

But we are also responsible for those
who stare at photographers from behind broken windows,
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,
who live in an X-rated world.

We are responsible for children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with band-aids and sing off key,
who slurp their soup.

But we are also responsible for those
who never get desert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them suffer,
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 are responsible for children
who spend their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and who 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 car pool,
who squirm in church and scream on the phone,
whose tears sometimes make us laugh and whose smile sometimes make us cry.

And we are responsible 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 are responsible for children
who want to be carried and for those who must,
for those we will never give up on and
for those who don’t get a second chance,
and for those we smother and
for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.

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