Between the Lines

Between the Lines By David Lias A lot is heard these days about all of the trash and/or useless information that can be found on the Internet.

Occasionally, however, one can find items that, if nothing else, certainly help us put things in perspective.

With Easter just a couple days away, we're reminded that, for the most part, we citizens of Vermillion and Wakonda and Yankton and other communities in the area can certainly count our blessings.

Life is good here. But there are places, no doubt places even in South Dakota, where people live in strife.

Unfortunately, some of the people who suffer the most are our children. It seems fitting that this poem showed up in my e-mail recently.

A prayer for the children

We pray for the 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 barbed wire,

who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,

who never "counted potatoes,"

who are born in places where 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 and fistfuls of dandelions,

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 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 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 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.

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

who we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance.

For those we smother and … for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.

In memory of:

Natalie Brooks, student age 12

Paige Ann Herring, student age 12

Stephanie Johnson, student age 12

Brittany R. Varner, student age 11

Shannon Wright, teacher age 32

This is in memory of the children and teacher killed in the shooting on Tuesday, March 24, 1998 in Jonesboro, AR.

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