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Jul 2020
May we teach our children
the love for the unloved things-
the bee and its sting, the out casts,
an ugly duckling.

Children who sense rainbow needs rain
and find muddy puddles fun
as much as they ran
under the warm summer sun.

And when they're grown,
may they see kindness
has no color, shape, nor size
To listen to unheard utters-
a bird's forgotten musings,
the wind's coldest sigh,
a breaking heart.

May they keep pacing with the slow
to reach a place where
all beautiful things glow.

And when they learn to
love the unloved things,
May they be fonder
Of all gentle things
And be the ones.
This is inspired by May we raise children who love the unloved things,” by Nicolette Sowder

And Nishu Mathur's version. I just love the idea so I made a version of my own.  Thank you Nishu and Nicollete for the inspiration. I will always look up to you guys.
Mei
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