A touch, a word, a song
The reaching out to tell someone you care
can lift the spirit as it travels long
You find that you too in the blessing share.
I had a drippy miserable cold
the gloomy day had made me feel so blue
Wrapped in self pity, I was feeling old
And then the postman came with thoughts of you.
That you erased my cold, I cannot say
But words of cheer and happy thoughts you shared
I began feeling better on that day
It always helps to know that someone cares.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
A touch, a word, a song
The reaching out to tell someone you care
can lift the spirit as it travels long
You find that you too in the blessing share.
I had a drippy miserable cold
the gloomy day had made me feel so blue
Wrapped in self pity, I was feeling old
And then the postman came with thoughts of you.
That you erased my cold, I cannot say
But words of cheer and happy thoughts you shared
I began feeling better on that day
It always helps to know that someone cares.
Written by my Mother, Ione Busch, who passed away in 2008.