She touched me
And I can’t forget her.
She touched me with her beauty.
She touched me with her youth
She touched me with her zest.
She touched me with her innocence
She touched me with her love,
temporary though it was,
she touched me.
The fruits of her womb are two sons,
So talented, musical and strong,
which I could never give her.
But she touched me,
And I can’t forget.
Fred Babbin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-touched-me/
