He called me “Dearie” every day when he’d awake,
if he called me while at work,
or wanted me to see something that
caught his attention in the back yard.
“Dearie,” he’d say, “Come take a look at this!”
or if he fixed something in one of the dollhouses,
and wanted some admiration, he’d call out “Dearie,
come see what I made!”
and I always did.
He called me “Dearie” day and night
and it breaks my heart that
Nobody calls me “Dearie” anymore.
FOR ROBERT, SEPTEMBER 22, 2011
Sandra Lee Smith
originally posted February 29, 2012
Updated August 30, 2018