We hold on tight to that we know It gives us comfort as we grow From cradle blanket toy or spey To slippers jumpers that we wear And as we change through lifes affairs We sometimes find the comforts there In strange places sounds or smells We find some comfort as it tells The longest tightest bond is made with Loved ones who are always there And comfort is their greatest care The smell of breath the touch of arm Caressing us avoiding harm The pushing pulling for whats best The struggle battle then the rest The nudging coaxing coaching cry To be at peace to want to try When all at once that comforts gone The lack of smell of touch of song The yearning to go back and try To feel it touch it one more time To hear the humour and the crack To spit and scratch to get it back To have the  time that once we had When will we feel it and be glad We hold on tight to those we love It gives us comfort, but then they go