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.
