A Gentle Touch
Remembering Mother and her gentle touch.
Soft fingers said, "I love you so much."
A touch that held me in her arm's embrace,
Her touch bringing smiles of joy to my face.
At night as she lay me down in my bed,
Fingers stroking the hair from my head.
Gentle but strong, on her touch I leaned,
Those fingers that sewed and cooked and cleaned.
She's gone now and each remembered touch
Oh, is missed, so incredibly much.
But oft' as I lie in my dark, mourning bed,
I still feel soft fingers stroking my head.
Her gentle touch stays, tho' she's now gone on,
Giving me peace as I face each dawn.
And as oft' as my hands gently caress another
I'll always remember, I learned it from Mother.