The Year my Son was Born
by Dr. Richard F. Gaspar
The year my son was born,
the White House became a home of color,
as the Saints came marching in.
The month my son was born,
the Terra satellite mapped the world,
as the last color photos of Hitler
appeared in Life.
The day my son was born,
tornadoes ravaged Kansas and Colorado,
as Penguins celebrated Lord Stanley’s cup.
The moment my son was born,
the solar system froze,
as I held the universe
in the palm of my hand,
and announced to the world:
Mi hijo está aquí.