A poem to Esteban, and all the kids with Down Syndrome (dreaming of equality) everywhere. I am on your team.

He has a dream, and I am on his team.

I wish you could see him as I do.

He is happy. He is fun.

How he dances and sings all day.

Before he sleeps, he kneels to pray.

I wanted him to ride a bike, and he did,

with hard effort … like any other kid.

I wish you could see how he reads…

with a smile on his face. For him, everything has grace.

He has no limits. He kicks like Ronaldo.

And bounces like Durant.

I am on his team; would you join the dream?

It’s 2 o’clock and I am picking him up.

He notices me from the distance among all,

though the doctor says his vision is small.

We have a dream.

Let’s accept each other with love and genuine respect.

Are you on the team?

He has taught me to see.

He doesn’t have a soft heart like books say.

He gives me a million kisses…

and I have buried some bridges.

Ohh … I haven’t told you. He has Down Syndrome.

But he is still a handsome man with wisdom.

He loves to fly, airplanes, and the sky.

About love, acceptance, and Madrid we dream.

I have been inviting you – are you on the team?