May we raise children who love the unloved things......

May we raise children who love the unloved things......

January 25, 2020

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.

-Nicolette Sowder

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I once heard someone say,

If you don't change you do not grow,

But I waved the thought away,

For who were you to think they know,

I'd always stayed the same,

A heart that thrived within the cold,

And I had no desire to change,

At least that's what I had been told,

But deep within my mind,

A thought grew slowly, bit by bit,

Until I felt trapped in my skin,

For it no longer seemed to fit,

There's a whole world sitting out there,

Changing every single day,

That proves it's nothing to be scared of,

If you do it the right way,

For a day afraid to turn to night,

Will miss the silver moon,

And a flower that refuses to change,

Will never get to bloom,

I had thought I was a thorn bush,

Only good for snagging clothes,

But if you do not dare to change,

You'll never find out you're a rose.

~e.h.~