We listen to stories sung and retold
Some Starting with - Once Upon A Time
Not written much anymore.
Now with questions a
Curious child incites -
Hope, in a renewal
Precious treasures of humanity.
We are undeserving of his sacrifice
But blessed in his grace.
Papa, where are we from?
Son, we live in America
But papa, where are families born?
Oma Felda always hug me too
Tight and doesn’t say my name right
Oh son, she loves you!
Uncle B talks too loud and
Hurts my ears -
Son, he just wants you to hear
His stories
Sigh, papa, why are they so old?
Wait, mon cheri, wait -
So many questions.
We are Americans -
Oma Felda hugs you tight
Because her tired legs walked
Many miles to provide for her
Family, and
She just wants to hold you a little longer
Before run away to play with your friends.
Uncle Benai sang his stories
Loudly to help the workers to
Continue working when they wanted
To give up.
He worked on a farm in a country
Called Haiti.
They came here for a better life.
They are Americans of
The Heart.
True, Papa, to their core?
True to their good deeds,
Taking care of their families,
Going to church, believing in
freedoms, and they have stories,
Our stories
Son, many stories to tell.
God created us in his image
We see his glory
When we look at and talk to each other
We hear of how our Ancestors struggle
Just like when Cuddles scratch
You and you refused to touch her.
Then you remembered that she was part
Of our family
You eventually held her gently with love
What you did son, was allow
God to use the love in your heart
Son, some of us are
young with energy
Or old and tired,
But, we are part of the same family even
If we don’t really know each other.
As Americans, we know of each other -
We know some people have
Straight hair, curly hair like yours, gray hair
Like Oma’s, or a bushy beard like
Uncle B, but even though we are different,
We can disagree,
With love and respect.
Papa, We Are Americans!
From -
Germany,
France,
Haiti,
And
America!
We are all Americans
Of The Heart.
Ron