May we raise children
who love the unloved
things - the dandelions, the
worms and spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
and run into rainswept days
the same way they turn
towards the sun.
And when they’re grown and
someone who 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.
“May we raise Children who love
The unloved things”
By
Nicolette Sowder
I found the illustrations at pixabay.com, my favorite go-to place for graphics.
What a wonderful uplifting post. Thank you D. Aloha
ReplyDeleteThat’s wonderful Cloudia, and you are very welcome. Thank you :)
DeleteI have a grandchild that loves the unloved things :)
ReplyDeleteYou must be very proud of your grandchild Margaret. That’s wonderful! :)
DeleteThis is wonderful!! It has left me all chocked up. You always find the BEST poems!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginny :) I am very happy you enjoyed this. I read poetry avidly and always save the ones I know I will want to read again and again. This one touches me deeply.
DeleteSuch a fitting poem for the drawing
ReplyDeleteThank you Roentare, I am thankful I found them :)
DeleteBRILLIANT. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sue, that’s what I thought when I saw this poem :)
DeleteBeautiful. I think one of my children fits this but not so sure of the other one.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anne, hopefully we grow wiser as we grow older :)
DeleteWhat a lovely poem and image. Take care, have a great day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eileen, glad you enjoyed. You take care and have a great day too :)
DeleteSuch a lovely poem! Thank you for your comments on my blog. We drove through Marldon, yesterday! We don’t live too far from there. As we drove through, I said to my other half, ‘Oooh there are some lovely houses here!’ Have you been back to visit? It’s probably changed a lot since you lived here. Have a wonderful week! Sal 😁
ReplyDeleteHi Sal, glad you liked the poem. How lovely you were in Marldon. My parents bought a bungalow on the side of a hill overlooking the village. In fact I remember loving hearing the church bells which were very clear from our home, and going to the Apple Pie Fair every year. I haven’t been back in many years. My parents passed away and I went back the one time in 2015, but obviously it just wasn’t the same. Maybe I will visit again one day, never say never as the old saying goes :). You have a wonderful week too.
DeleteA very sweet post!!
ReplyDeletehugs
Donna
Thank you Donna, much appreciated and sending hugs :)
Deletegood advice for sure. first the parents have to love the unloved and sadly most of the younger generation do not. this is much needed today
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra, living in hope here :)
DeleteThat is wise.
ReplyDeleteVery much so William :)
DeleteYes, I can think of many unloved things. Some have to learn to love themselves.
ReplyDeleteThanks Red, I am sure you saw many in your teaching days. And you are very wise my friend :)
DeleteOh Denise, this is beautiful. Thank you for sharing both the illustration and the beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome Martha Ellen, I am very happy you enjoyed it :)
DeleteWhat a fabulous illustration to go with the poet's powerful words. :)
ReplyDeleteI thought it was a perfect pairing for this poem. I found it on Pixabay. Thank you Penelope :)
DeleteBeautiful poem, and a perfect picture to go with it.
ReplyDeleteI am happy you enjoyed Great Granny G :)
DeleteI love this post Denise! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Sallie, I really appreciate you saying so :)
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