May we raise children
who love the unloved
things – the dandelion, the
worms and spiderlings.

Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn

& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun…

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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.

 

 

Nicoletta Sowder

https://wilderchild.com/

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