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The Year my Son was Born
The Year My Son Was Born Photography
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,
tornados 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.
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Wow! I love this picture and your story. As a mother of two sons, I understand exactly what you meant when you said, “I held the universe in the palm of my hand”. My sons are also my world.
This is a great poem that matches the picture perfectly. I really relate to this picture and poem. I felt the same way when my child was born. Nothing else mattered to me. The world stopped for a moment while Iooked at him. The best moment in my life.