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May we raise children who love the unloved things
by Nicolette Sowder

May we raise children
who love the unloved things –
the dandelion, the worms, & spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn,
And run into rainswept days
the same way they turn towards sun…

And when they’re grown
and 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.