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:
Where do you find such lovely poems!?
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