My Santiago

You came late

I liked to tell anyone who will listen

How you were green, like a lizard,

And a bit overbaked,

When you came – late - out of mum’s tum,

And how I fell in love with you when I saw you;

(but I tell a lie, because I had loved you these past 9 months)

Even as I read to you, you in the womb;

And in some mysterious way,

Perhaps beyond that.

But you were green nonetheless,

As you were risen ,

Up and over the protective white sheet,

Safe in the hands of the doctor;

An offering to me and your mother,

Ours to keep,

Ours to love,

Ours to grow old with;

Simply ours!