TOUCH

It is true

I didn't come out of you

But I DID come from you

Your touch reached my roots

Planted a seed, expressing all need

Longings to nourish and feed

....love

I bought things

But moments came and went

Til you entered the room

Causing me to care for nothing

Outside your presence

Presents given and received

...in a bond

No need for memory

You are interwoven

Into the fibers of my ever beating heart

You are eternal, cherished

Leaving me grateful, humbled

...in fellowship

Written by Trudy Schrader for Tina Birchfield on the day of Clara's funeral