I need the Right Words and Way to tell My Children of their Situation. Hijos, you are Illegal.

Querida Madre who brought us this Far
and Guarded us each Step of the Way, Please
hear me and Once Again Lend me Your Grace.
I need the Right Words and Way to tell My
Children of their Situation. Hijos,
you are Illegal. We didn't Make
it this Way. All we Wanted was to Give
you the Chance we never Had to Improve
on what we were born with: Intelligence
such as Yours, Look at you, with A's and B's
and your Sister, Valedictorian
of her Class.  I wish you Knew how I Stand
and how I Proud I am to Stand with the Youth
so Talented and Smart y Con Ganas!