For often hearts, not touched at all;
Start hardening and shrinking small;
And then the time it takes to grow;
A loving heart is very slow.
For hearts expand as those who care;
Extend their love and let us share;
A moment, space or special phrase;
That eases pain on dreary days;
Or simply starts our lips to smile,
And brightens time for just a while.
The ways and kinds and means of sharing;
It seems to me, are based on caring;
And though we're often worlds apart;
You still can touch my very heart.
You make me smile or shed a tear;
And I'll remember year to year;
Just how your touching helped me grow;
I just thought I'd tell you so.
June 14, 2003
