A TENDER TOUCH

She felt her Mother’s tender touch, while nestled safe in loving arms,
And even as a babe she knew, here she was safe from worldly harms.

Oft times in childhood’s joyful play, she ran too fast, and tripped and fell.
‘Twas then she wanted Mother’s lips to kiss the hurt, and make it well.

When she was sick her Mother’s hand would softly touch her fevered brow;
And with that simple, loving touch, her pain would go away somehow.

God sent a man who would become her soul-mate, as she fell in love.
And just his touch upon her hand sent sparks, as she thanked God above.

They laughed and loved through many years, until her health began to fail.
Alzheimer’s raised its ugly head, and filled them both with sad travail.

She soon forgot her husband’s name, and how they both had loved so much.
But as he nursed her tenderly, she still responded to his touch.

And then one sad, yet joyful day, the Angels camped around her bed,
And in their arms they scooped her up, as to her Heavenly home they sped.

The sweetest joy awaiting there, was nestling in her Savior’s arms,
His tender touch erasing fears forever from this world’s great harms.

 By Betty Jo Mings