MY BIRTHDAY WISH IS PRAY FOR THE IRAQI CHILDREN TODAY:

I count .. 
I count my time and watch it go flying by ... tick, tick, tick .. 
How inconsequential am I? Marrow.. blood and tissue.. breathing in .. and out .. 
Wondering .. 
Who am I? 
I feel my blood coursing through my veins and my heart beats and then feels as if it stops .. as I hold my breath I feel it once more ..

I can't seem to get the image to erase from the corner of my mind .. where my eyes seem to continually seek out a new angle.. a new view.. a new hope.. a new answer..

I see.. 
I see a family in a small apartment... kids all in a row...

"OHHHHHH you say the same thing that everyone else says" they say

But ohhhhhhhhhh I am not the same... I whisper back but they do not hear me for they continue to speak to say ... YOUR the same as all the rest, you have the same feelings beating through your chest .. they all say the same and do the same .. your just like all the rest ...

But you see.... I see this family, relentlessly in my head .. all in a row... hoping to have hope.. yearning to find an answer to a question they even know exists....

They stand all in a row... wanting to know ... but there is no school.. 
Wanting answers but they've asked so many questions that they stop ........... asking ...

Why? Why ask is there more .. than this ?? Why ask if there is a book to read, a painting to paint a puzzle to solve . . God forbid they dream of rocketships that carry them to far off places.. instead of those rockets that blow off their faces ..

Child hood .. dreams .. I don't think they have.. not like you and me .. because their childhood has been far from lolipops and adventures .. but running and running and running AND RUNNING AND RUNNING AND HUNGER AND DANGER AND CRYING OUT FOR HELP ..

to the ears of any listening stanger...

WHO am I >.. but a beating heart that's about to beat out of my chest ... wishing today ONE PERSON WOULD LISTEN ...

THERE ARE CHILDREN THAT ARE DYING AND THOSE THAT STILL GASP WITH ONE BREATH REACHING FOR YOUR HAND TO HELP THEM ...

A BOOK ... A LESSON ... A PAINTING .. A SMILE ..BREAD .. 
but not your pity ... not your empty words and emotions that flee as fast as they came but a heart and desire to make a difference ..

Can't shake the faces of those Iraqi children ... and their plea.. 
what about me?'

I'm not like all the rest ....................

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