HE CALLED ME “DEARIE”

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

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s