Touch is a sense of teaching;

Exploring the world.

To know you're home.

Defining your perception of "beauty".

Making memories.

To be exposed to what we call...


Living without this,

is to lose the depth of natures fine lines,

losing where home is, 

to know nothing.

Security, unheard of.


This poem is about: 
My family


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