When did my heart harden? How did empathy slip away? Dr. Lindelson pondered these questions in the spacious office where she had practiced psychotherapy for forty years, since she completed he ... [+]
It's all those little things- you know?
The "I love you"s before you go,
The phone calls that you're heading home,
The not-going-to-bed-alone,
The dog between us on our laps,
The putting-down-the-kids-for-naps,
"How was your day?" and "How'd you sleep?"
And "Is there anything to eat?"
And, when we see that something's wrong,
The "Tell me, please, what going on."
Support, in times of ailing health,
Or bills up-piling on the shelf,
Support, as children change and grow,
Or as we binge that Netflix show,
Support, in all small joys and chores,
Makes you still mine, and me still yours.
The "I love you"s before you go,
The phone calls that you're heading home,
The not-going-to-bed-alone,
The dog between us on our laps,
The putting-down-the-kids-for-naps,
"How was your day?" and "How'd you sleep?"
And "Is there anything to eat?"
And, when we see that something's wrong,
The "Tell me, please, what going on."
Support, in times of ailing health,
Or bills up-piling on the shelf,
Support, as children change and grow,
Or as we binge that Netflix show,
Support, in all small joys and chores,
Makes you still mine, and me still yours.