You, Little Angel

You , Little Angel Written By Casey Berna

You, Little Angel, came from Heaven like the rest.
But instead of with another family, to live with us, God saw it best.
You were going to get here by train, by car, or bus.
Because you, Little Angel, were truly meant for us.
The greatest day of all, is when you, we got to meet.
We knew with just once glance, our lives were now complete.
Each day with you is a gift from up above.
You fill up our lives, with so much joy, and so much love.
We welcome you into this world, with a large extended family.
You give them so much joy as well, and that is plain to see!
Through the laughter, the smiles, the challenges, and the fears.
We will be with you, as you grow throughout the years.
Our lives are a journey, we need grace to make it through.
We are so happy, Little Angel, our journey led to you.
© Casey Berna 2010. All Rights Reserved.

We Are All Americans When The Day is Done

I picture each story having two pages, one illustration showing the family during the day, or their surroundings, and the opposite picture, have each child being tucked into bed by their caregiver(s). I also picture each character to be diverse. Donna is in a wheelchair, and Annie is adopted from China, Isaiah is African American and Omar is middle eastern.

We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Lupe, my parents immigrated here.
In their village, there was poverty and fear.
They've chosen this place to raise their family,
in hopes of liberation and opportunity.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Annie, I have a Poppy and a Dad.
They adopted me, and I'm so very glad.
We are a loving, and a happy family,
With dreams of recognition in this land of liberty.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Isaiah and my Grandma raises me.
We live in an apartment in a great city.
We rely on each other and our extended family.
We are a part of a greater community.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Donna. I live just outside the city.
We have a tree lined street that in the fall looks pretty.
My Dad commutes to work, and my mom stays home with me.
We are grateful to our ancestors who fought for us to be free.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Will, the farm is what I know.
My parents and my siblings, help our corn to grow.
The money from the corn, helps feed our family.
We're a part of a tradition of farmers that make up this country's history.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

My name is Omar. I live here with my family.
We are practicing Muslims, which we are free to be.
My brother's in the Army, and of this we are so proud.
We hope for his safe homecoming, for this we pray so loud.
We're all Americans each and everyone.
We're all Americans, when the day is done.

As we say all say goodnight, to those who give us care
It is so nice for us to be aware,
That though our differences, may be great in number,
We have so much more in common, as we're tucked into our covers.
© Casey Berna 2010. All Rights Reserved

The Book of Balls

Small ones,large ones, medium ones too.
With all of these balls, there's lots you can do.

Hit the ball.
Kick the ball.
Throw the ball.
Catch!

Serve the ball.
Pitch the ball.
Steal the ball.
Fetch!

Drive the ball.
Tuck the ball.
Dunk the ball.
Run!

Hurl the ball.
Hold the ball.
Pass the ball.
Fun!