~ Just 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 Mommy's and Daddy's
arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different;
I appreciate you more.
If I am your aging 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,
~ Just 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 Mommy's and Daddy's
arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different;
I appreciate you more.
If I am your aging 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,
~ Just Touch Me ~
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