Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Touch Me


If I am your child . . . please touch me.
Persist; find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how you really feel.

If I am your teenager . . . please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms; I need a tender voice.

If I am your friend . . . please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.

If I am your life's partner . . . please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch,
to remind me I am loved just because I am me.

If I am your grown-up child . . . please touch me.
Though I may have a family of my own to hold,
I still need mum and dad’s arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different; I appreciate you more.

If I am your ageing parent . . . please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me, give me strength;
And warm my tired body with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled,
It loves to be stroked,
Don't be afraid.

Author Unknown


older_4me said...

it is good to feel young... and when you are old, you need to have a young spirit

Anonymous said...

I was looking through the blogs at random, because I was thinking about starting my own. This one caught my eye partly because you are a british blogger but also that first photograph.

I found the poem very moving and it made me want to go round hugging all my family. Thank you for sharing it.

FGS said...
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weedenise said...

Tear to a glass eye E!