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.
And I just thought I'd tell you so.