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 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.

~~ Author Unknown ~~