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
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.