Touch
a treasure, be it tender, be it bold
be it magical in a story told
a gentle grasp around fingers mine
a touch that holds memories of time
and now in blessings touched be clay
the hand guided by heart’s way
the touch of truth and beauty as one
this the calling of my blessed son
his birth in devotional grace unfolds
his touch, his vision, each to mold
the fluid beauty of one so delicate and fair
held in clay with soul’s supernal care.
Happy Birthday
Christopher Angelo Raccioppi
July 10, 2021
Ever with love,
Mom
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