Touch

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Everyone we touch,

Who touches us,

Changes us in some way.

Sometimes for a time

And sometimes forever.

The hands that held us in the wee hours of the night

The hands that held our first bicycle as we wobbled along the road

The hands that taught us to write, to braid, to play the piano.

The hands we clapped with, passed a ball back and forth with,

Dug for treasures with.

The hands that kept us from harm or foolishness

The hands that we first held at the movies

The hands we held as we expereienced that first fumbling kiss in junior high school

The arms that went around us to comfort in mourning or heartbreak,

The arms that went around us and

Caused our hearts to pound.

The arms we first though we might rest in for life,

The hands we held as we made promises

The little hands that wrapped around our fingers

And reached out to us

And grew

The arms that held us in love

The arms of that great love

That awakened us to things we had stopped dreaming of

The hands that stayed

The hands that left

The hands that changed.

Every person who touched us

Every person we touched

Has changed us.

And we are thankful.

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