6.22.2021

tending tender things

May we raise children 
who love the unloved 
things – the dandelion, worms 
and spiderlings. 
Children who sense 
the rose needs the thorn 

& run into rainswept days 
the same way they 
turn toward sun… 

And when they’re grown & someone 
has to speak for those who 
have no voice 

may they draw upon that 
wilder bond, those days of 
tending tender things 

and be the ones.

poem by Nicolette Sowder

1 comment:

rht said...

Where do you find such lovely poems!?