who love the unloved things -
the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn
and run into rainswept days
the same way they turn towards the sun
And when they're grown
and 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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