by Nicolette Sowder

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.

     I read this poem on FB today.......so lovely and so needed.

(daily ex. update, morning dog walk 2 miles, ytd walk 265.6 miles.  pm tm 4.3 miles, ytd run 383.1 miles)

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