I just want something to hold onto. And a little of that human touch. Call it a lament for the loss of human touch. It's not just kids, say my readers.
Nobody touches anybody anymore.
And something vital has been lost as a result. Even as a senior citizen I still feel the need for a hug. Somehow, it just says so many things. It reminded me of a sermon that David, a young minister at my church, preached several weeks back. He gave her a dollar, but money wasn't the only thing she wanted.