SANTI MARIE
I looked at my watch when I heard the first cry; it was six o’ three;
I prayed to God it is you, yet, wondered at the same breath, whose baby could it be?
Three more cries and I was still waiting for the doctor to tell me, "Hey, you're a dad now!"
So, where the hell is she?
I was munching on a burnt toast when she came out of the delivery, “Congrats, isn’t she a beauty?”
Truly, she’s my Santi Marie!
