the human touch
'tis the human touch in this world that counts,
the touch of your hand and mine,
which means far more to the fainting heart
than shelter and bread and wine;
for shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
and bread lasts only a day,
but the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sing on in the soul alway.
by spencer michael free (1856 - 1938)
So true! Is that an old family book? My grandmother always said that memories are the most important things in life.
ReplyDeleteYes, a book I received for Christmas in 1976. My parents and sister always wrote in the books they gave me, except for this one which I wrote in.
DeleteThat poem is beautiful and true and a reminder to make memories when we can xx
ReplyDeleteI remember my cousin telling me that even though my mom was in assisted living and it might feel difficult, that we would be making beautiful, loving memories together, and she was right. i look back at that time now with such a warm ache in my heart.
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