
My first born
lovely lady
crazy baby
smiles and eyes
bright
and cries
which ties
my insides
in knots.
Grow up soon
(but not too fast)
grow high
and past
this city
wide-hearted
across the plains
soul deep
below the canyon
and
know always
this canticle
of Colorado love.
This is one of eight poems in a series “Eight Poems for Helpers, Social Workers and Other Bleeding Hearts.” Click here for background.
Brother Maria Anthony Serval
of the Franciscan oblates of peace and justice
works among poor and marginalized communities in Denver

