You touched so many lives in such a radiant light. You gave of yourself to the communities children, and you taught us too. You taught me that you should be good at ONE thing; not the thousand that cant be reached. You taught me to hug my children a little longer, and forget about what anyone else thought about it. You taught me that structure and discpline where gifts of love. Mrs. Vicky, we love you! WE MISS YOU!!! You were the first person to paint my baby girls finger nails. Four years of your light in our lives, and we will never be the same without you. Gods Speed Mrs. Vicky!
In Loving Memory of Mrs. Vicky and Flight 5191
Welcome to my dedication site to GAWOT or Gardian Angels Watching Over Them. This group is dedicated to protecting children. I believe in the cause and what this group is trying to accomplish. They also offer help and advocacy links. If you or a loved one is suffering needlessly, please take the time to visit GAWOT. If you are just courious or would like to help in the cause, please feel free to contact me.
Please be patient as this site is being updated
~Pray For The Children~
We pray for the children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in mud puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak popsicles before supper,
Who earse wholes in the math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those that stare at photographers,
From behind barbed wire,
Who've never squeaked across the floor in new sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes",
Who were 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 sticky kisses,
And fistfulls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the dog and bury gold fish,
Who hugs us in a hury and forget their lunch money,
Who cover themselves in bandaids and sing off key,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.
And we pray for those who never get dessert,
Who watch their parents watch them die,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who didn't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anyone's dressers,
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
Who spend all their allowence before Tuesday,
Who through tantrums in the grocery store,
Who pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under their bed,
And never rinse out the tub,
Who gets 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 where sometimes laughed at,
Whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares,
Come in daytime,
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.
For those we never give up on,
And for those Who didn't get a chance.
For those we smother,
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody,
Kind enough to offer.
