May we raise children who love the unloved things.
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…
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.
By Nicolette Sowder
…that I all too often forget.
“The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.”Arthur Miller