- My Brother- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- MY BROTHER-

As I was sitting quietly,
My life in contemplation.
I started to think about
Being born in this Great Nation.

Here we have a Melting pot
Of Brass and Lead and Gold
For all of us have come
From a uniquely different mold.

We have blood of every nation
Running through our veins,
But All are now Americans
Though our memory remains.

So if you judge another
As different race or creed,
Look into the Bible
And God's word you may heed.

He says we are All brothers
And I know that it is true,
Because He is Heavenly Father,
So special to me and you.

We are all His children
No matter where we're from,
And all our Father asks of us is
'NOW...won't you please come'.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©5-17-2006