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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. 
  
 
        
          
          
          
        
        
          
            
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