A caress can be the simple touch
A friendly squeeze of one’s shoulder
Can also mean so very much
When caress becomes a bit bolder
A caress can be a gentle tug
On tresses spread cross shoulder
A warm reassurance that all is well
When all else seems to grow colder
A contact of comfort to a wee girl child
With love from the mum that holds her
Just the simple touch
of a caring caress,
A squeeze of one’s hand
That Can strengthen the weak
Is what we want and need
No more, …no less
Just a touch on the brow…
A pat on the cheek
Just a kind, warm caress…
As we all grow older
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