A gentle touch, warm
embrace,
Happy voice, smiling face.
A little kindness, along the
way,
To help brighten up the day.
Trying to be considerate, too,
About things, one wants to
do
An ear to listen, hand to
hold,
A heart, that won't grow cold.
these things mean the most
you see,
Important things, aren't bought,
They're given free.
copyright heather burns
so very true, I think this is one poem that reaches the heart and soul, cuz sometimes they are easily forgotten.Thank you for sharing.