To touch the heart of someone dear,
though it may sometimes cause a tear,
to fall or rest upon a cheek,
should be something all should seek.
For often, hearts not touched at all,
start hardening and shrinking small.
And then the time it takes to grow,
a loving heart is just too slow.
For hearts expand as those who care,
extend their love and let us share,
a moment, space, or special place,
that eases pain on dreary days.
Or simply starts our lips smile,
and brightens time for just awhile.
The ways, 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 heart.
You make me smile or shed a tear,
and I remember you so dear.