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Friday, December 11, 2009

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.
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