HE TOUCHED ME

OuTsHiNiNg

When I was 6 many hands touched me

Some to bath me

Some to clothe me

Some to play with me

Some to feed me

Some to cuddle me

Some to guide me

There were many.

Many hands.

When I was 6 a hand touched me that

Was negative to the positive feel of a touch

It carried me up.

Not to throw me in the air to catch me

Not to hold me up to bath me

Not to play with me

Not to cuddle me

Not to stop me from crying

It touched me in a way that was negative to the positive feel of a touch

And I was 6

I remember this touch

Because it was coarse and hard

A Discourse to be barred

A source to bombard

A force to guard

A  loss to hoard

I was 6

With humpty dumpty and little red riding…

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