Breathing deep, breath light,
Ah a hand! Tentative touch,
Will it stay or will it go?
I long for it to stay, to grow stronger,
So as not to wilt like a flower,
But as I start to touch,
It withdraws, gently as it came, it goes the same,
Alas I sigh, before I die,
One last touch, should have had meaning,
Instead I’m left needing,
Why can’t it stay, instead of go?
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Grant me this one wish tonight.
Let me feel my baby’s touch tonight,
And know that its for real.
