There is one among my fine lot of friends who, once upon a time, found herself in love with a hard-working Mexican man. She visited him often, waited for him to receive a green card.
When he finally had the prize in hand, they were married by the local Catholic priest, and flew north to establish a family.
Their family has grown; they have added both a boy and a girl. These children, the son and daughter of a hard-working immigrant father and a hard-loving American mama, are coming up under the star spangled banner. They are good, appreciative children (even if a little wild-eyed).
I’ve thought a great deal about these kids lately, how they are the best of what our country has to offer—the inclusive beauty that we represent on our best days. This poem is for them, the children.