William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.
A universal language that has no words, no sound
Like the wind, can be felt but not seen
Has no taste to titillate the expectations of the senses
But with a tactile tingling lets the body know love is present
The first language a newborn understands from loving hands
Of the mother that cares caresses and gives it love.
After the first few days it knows that it is being loved
With responses each instinctively understands.