Questions at Bedtime My sister-in-law played for me A recording she made of my little niece Asking, as she was being tucked in, Where my shoes were, my coat, my car. She wanted to know, before she fell asleep, That all her uncle's things were accounted for - His shoes paired by the door, his coat And scarf hung in the closet, his car Parked by the curb. I wonder why We lose this predisposition to care. I think it must be because, as we live Our hard lives, we calcify. Little niece, I pray you never do. Stay soft-hearted.
What a sweet story, and encouraging to care.