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

~ Nicolette Sowder

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