I was born to touch,
I was born to hunger
I was born to desire
and in this need I revel, and I ache and I flourish.
It is a need of life, and of everything I do;
and in which I grow and learn to be.
I’ve felt loving touch everyday; from parents, family and friends –
and in that caring touch, I‘ve snuggled, felt safe and loved.
Protected from an unknown world of ever present danger,
when I’ve been harmed, I’ve been cared for with touch.
I have touched everyday; my family, my friends, those in my care –
and family returned my touch, friends responded in kind.
Those in my care told of pain and trauma with words of loss,
and slowly lives changed and worlds turned and life flowered.
I have heard tales from those that have not touch nor kiss,
nor meaningful tenderness for many of their years.
A hearts tears are not seen, a hearts cry is not heard;
A heart is healed with caring touch and gentleness.
Now, with time, I am touch!
and with touch we reach each other, and are each other;
and with touch I am returned to self, and completion.
