Babies enter the world with a need to be touched
and hunger for it all through life..

I am you baby. Please touch me!
Not just when you feed and diaper me.
But stroke my head, back, legs, & arms.
Hold me close in tenderness,
that says...I love you.

I am a teenager. Please touch me!
I need to feel a fond love coming through
your hand, your arms.
I need to see it in your eyes...
Hear it in your voice when we disagree.
Some of me is still a child. Please touch me!

I am a child with a family of my own.
Please put your arms around me.
Mother, Father when my heart aches.
With heartaches you too have known.
Now that I am a parent,
I see you differently and love you more.
When you embrace yoru grandchildren,
Don't forget me!

I am your aging parent. Please touch me!
The way my mother did when I was young.
My hair is corase and gray, but please stroke it.
My hand is withered, but please hold it.
Embrace my tiring body.
I need your strength. Please touch me!

We never outgrow the need to be touched and loved...beautiful Bry

how nice =]

Thank you, my mother gave me a copy of this poem to me 25 years ago. As I age I realize just true the words are.

TOUCH AND TOUCHING KEEPS YOU ALIVE THROUGHOUT OUR LIFE SPAN, NICE PUT TOGETHER BRY395

touch me in this way
lying down
pull me near and
reach your hands up to my hairline
cup my cheek and brush my brow

push your fingertips into the
sculpture of my back
near my spine and ply the
definition of the muscles

close your eyes and gently lower
yourself on top of me in a push up
and feel our bodies barely
connect