Hello Friends,
Today’s poem is a gift from my friend Frankie to me to you.
Enjoy.
Ællen
Today’s poem is a gift from my friend Frankie to me to you.
Enjoy.
Ællen
Wilder Bond Poem
May we raise children
who love the unloved
things — the dandelion, worms
& spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards the 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.
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