Touch Me
By Cinara
Touch Me (Thoughts from a Nursing Home) So warm is the touch of your hand pressed in mine So long since I’ve felt this affection divine That rush of elation I’m craving so much That comes with the smallest and gentlest touch In the light from my window, your lovely face glows You touch me, and depth of your honesty shows I’ve not been bestowed such affection in years I can feel my face smile through oncoming tears I was only a name to you, never a face And now you have blessed me with a loving embrace You’ve come to my bedside so anxious to find An aunt that the others had all left behind You touch me and new life springs into the earth You touch me and life has new meaning and worth When you cradle my hand, it’s my heart that you hold So heavy a burden for a seven-year-old The path of my life will soon come to an end But your mother has promised to come back again The footsteps now laid out before me are such That they’ll linger a bit just awaiting your touch Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 11:16 PM PST 0 • 12
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