HEALING TOUCH OF A CHILD
Melvin Banggollay
My heart is aching and shivering
Moment by moment it’s shouting
Memories full of painful sting,
Murmuring whisper of thunder growing
Making my mind out there wandering,
Melting my tears down there spilling
Modifying my thought to end my being
But as soon as I have the gentle touch
Baby child of mine made me laugh
Beauty of life begun to be retouch,
Brand new hope to live and laugh
Begun to fill my heart to sail and laugh,
Brave child of mine still needs my touch
Bye! despair, I’m healed by his touch.
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