It’s heart touch time again

For me, now watching you

Attending to your smile

As you comfort the crowd

Of open throated mouths

Straining for ‘notice me’

With every different word

 

You always share that smile

And gentle, listening ear

Graciously, without pause

Holding on to their griefs

And sometimes shared delight

Dearly close to your heart

Warming them for return

 

It’s heart touch time once more

At night, when none can see

You always seem to know

In speech or by silence

What my words fail to say

And how you can heal me

With the gift of your smile

 

©
Gayle Force Press 2011

 

 

 

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