[NicknamedBob]

Amy, and all, it looks as though a bit of missed formatting caused the first line of the poem to disappear.

Here's a repeat of the text:

Recall

We take a moment for the dance,
Among the long day’s pleasures,
But somehow the recall of touch,
Is topmost in our treasures.

When we were small the comfort gained,
From elder’s calm caressing,
Sustained us in a world confused,
And often quite distressing.

It is the touch that brings to life,
The memories of Joy,
Along with smells, and visions caught,
Our mental tricks employ.

As day winds down to sunset,
And darkness comfort brings,
The bright engulfing feel of hugs,
Heart music gently sings.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 20, 2008

We'll get it right next time!

[JustAmy]

I'm so sorry, NnB.

When I previewed everything looked fine;
But I didn't recheck the text.

I just looked for extra <'s or >'s and B's.
It looks like I either left off a < or an >.

I'll post it again this summer ..... no one will remember. ;^ )