The Home Church
April 17, 1999
Lecia Doss, classmaate
A poem that captures my feelings for you, Missy.
From your friend forever, Lecia
To touch the heart of someone dear-
though it may sometimes cause a tear,
to fall or rest upon a cheek-
is something you taught me to 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 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 awhile.
The ways and kinds and means of sharing-
you showed me were based on caring.
And though we've been worlds apart,
you've always touched my very heart.
You made 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.