I wanted to share with you some poetry that has been my favorite since the age of ten This poem was special because I rarely experienced  touch growing up that was connected with love or joy. This poem says it all:

The Human Touch

‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul always.

 Spencer Michael Free  

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