Did they tell you that your little boy
would one day be the first man
on the moon, or that he’d one day
become the first black president?
Did they tell you that your little girl
would look just like you, be the mirror soul
of you, and that she’d walk away with full
colors and choke you up inside?
Mary, did they tell you that your little boy
would grow up to die for each one of us
and cleanse us of all our sins?
How would you have known, so humble back then?
But sometimes humility is destined for greater things
and flies valiantly, soaring and spreading on Angel wings.