For Relisha and all other children who endure unspeakable suffering - "We Pray for Children"
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Anonymous
A sobering reminder of the difference between DD's life and the lives of so many children who are every bit as worthy but have not had the chance to truly enjoy their childhood. 
We Pray 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. We pray for children. Amen. |
Anonymous
| Thank you for posting this. Someone has been chopping onions in here... |
Anonymous
| It pisses me off how little some people value children (or any vulnerable population) and that the children who need so much are given so little. |
Anonymous
| That's really beautiful. Thank you. |
Anonymous
| Wow. Someone is chopping onions in my house too. |
Anonymous
| That's a bit much |
Anonymous
| Chopping onions at my desk. |
Anonymous
AMEN!!! |
Anonymous
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The tragedy in this is Relisha's clearly neglectful incompetent mother, who started having illegitimate babies as a teenager ---kept having them though she couldn't take care of them---wound up living in a warehouse of a shelter, and handed her child off to a likely murderer and child predator and then actively lied to the school and social workers about "Dr." Tatum.
I hope she is charged with felony child neglect, and, if Relisha is indeed dead---gets charged with felony murder. If nothing else, clearly her other children should be removed from her. I am an adoptive mother of older child adoptees whose alcoholic teenage birth mom was almost as neglectful as Relisha's. I read today's paper and all I could think was "There but for the grace of God goes one of my children in their early childhood." There should be extensive wrap-around services at DC's homeless shelter and there should be much quicker removal of children from incompetent parents who are nothing but poorly parented children themselves. |
Anonymous
Right on. Damn onions!!! sniff sniff. |
Anonymous
Truer words have never been spoken. It's a tragedy and a travesty. Between this and the 7-pound 9-month old baby story, the world seems like a terribly cruel place today. |
Anonymous
| Wow! |
Anonymous
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We Pray 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. We pray for children. Amen.[/quote] |
Anonymous
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Why is this 11 year old thread being bumped?
Relisha’s mother should be ashamed of herself. I hope she lives every day with what she allowed to happen to her daughter. If you can’t care for children, don’t have them. |
Anonymous
| I’m thinking about her with your post. I’ll never forget that sweet girl. |