When a touch of a hand
In the calm of the night
Would give you a peace
That would lull you to sleep
Now you lie awake in your bed
Waiting in vain, for the touch of a hand
That lulled you to sleep, as a child
Although you grew into a man
You still needed the tender hand
Of a woman to stroke you
And make you feel so warm inside
So very warm, like a fire in a forest
In the winter of time
Mother loved the lilly so white
As white as the snow, that lay on the vine
She bathed your young body, with warm clear water
And annointed your body with an oil
Sang you a song, a lullabye song
That took you to the land of dreams
Where you would play with lions
And wrestle bears, run across clouds in the sky
You could picture a giant hand
That made you feel, as warm as a glove
And you would hug the mother you loved
You didn't need a blanket, for in your dream
You held the hand that belong, to the mother you loved
Allan James Saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-of-a-hand/