This hand that is holding yours,

That stimulates your body

when we make love.

The hand that rests gently

on your shoulder

When you are sad

or deep in thought.

This hand that lays across

you in sleep,

Is a hand that does not want

to intrude or thrust

Itself in your world.

It is just saying,

I am here, I care.

Joanna Ballard - August 1983