Wilder Bond Poem
By Nicolette Sowder opens in a new tab
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 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.
