Patron Saint Of Ocupational Therapists

THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, dedicated a poem

For as long as you

had in his lap, I thought

the little body that, in my arms I

close one day!

Your hot little hands, the face

that, then I would smile, and

I thought to myself, "and that I say, when the time



presentations?"

It was the day we came out into the open,

"madonna ! how exciting! "

I said, look there,

full of blood and tears

, when they gave you then

the packets on that

mischievous and pink ass!

I cried with you, but tears of joy



those were! And in the arms

my heart that little body shook,

aveo for nine months that I wanted to see!

you look at me, looking

of whom, with whom he felt had

to do, and I spiegasti

a smile on his face, I

stroked with gentle hand, as one would caress

a little flower!

Since that time we immediately

understood, and the curiosity that was

first passed, and so it was that,

we walked down a street

bold, with the love that the heart

filled us!