It was just another morning, it was just another day
As I headed to the local park, to watch the children play
For their laughter brought me pleasure, their giggles made me smile
And happiness was something, I hadn’t felt in quite awhile
And there beneath an oak tree, I sat upon the ground
My knees pulled up against me, shade flowing all around
As I felt my heart grow heavy, and sorrowful thoughts begin
Thinking of my daughter, tears dropping from her chin
Crying out in anguish, begging me to see
How much she loved her boyfriend, how their love was meant to be
But I only saw his color, the difference of his skin
And though I felt I wasn’t prejudiced, I didn’t want my child with him
And so I refused to listen, as she spoke to deafened ears
And instead of reaching out to her, I ignored my daughter’s tears
I hoped it was a phase, a stage that she’d go through
For she was young and innocent, she didn’t know the things I knew
How much her life would suffer, all the struggle and the pain
For the world would not accept them, they’d be forced to live in shame
But she didn’t want to hear me, she claimed I didn’t care
She said that I was close minded and that I wasn’t being fair
So it was just another morning; it was just another day
When my daughter hurried to her room, threatening to run away
And there beneath an oak tree, I wiped away my tears
And thought about what I’d sacrificed for my daughter all those years
How I gave her independence, taught her to be strong
To find her way in the world, a place where she’d belong
And how she quickly turned against me, refusing once to see
That love is never blind, and some things aren’t meant to be
And as I sat there self-absorbed, wondering what to do
Praying for God’s guidance, to somehow get me through
I heard the sound of giggles, and turned to see at play
A little boy and girl in the park there on that day
Running near a maple tree, a recent storm had toppled down
With its large and sprawling branches, touching to the ground
Branches so inviting, for little boys to climb
And that’s exactly what he did, leaving that little girl behind
For her legs were not as long, her hands were much too small
And every time she tried to climb, she’d quickly slip and fall
But she was quite determined, to overcome her plight
As she reached to claim another branch, to climb with all her might
And as her little dimpled face, broke into a grin
The little boy reached out his hand, to help his troubled friend
But he wasn’t quite strong enough, though he did the best he could
So instead of climbing onward, he did what a true friend would
He let go of her little hand and then ascended down
And instead of climbing that tree alone, as one they walked around
And as I took a cleansing breath, turning I stretched to stand
Taking one last look at those two children, giggling and holding hands
One whose skin was dark, the other whose skin was light
Together who’d found a way, to overcome their plight
Not caring about their differences, or the pigment of their skin
Instead working together, reaching out as friends
And it was there in that moment, watching those two children play
That my daughter’s words came back to me, enlightening me that day
“Mom someday you’ll see it, inside we’re all the same
We each know how to feel, shed tears, and suffer pain
And yes our colors differ, but God created them with love
Wrens and robins both are birds, but their colors vary from a dove
And it was God who made those colors, to blend on earth as one
He gave us day and night, the moon, the stars, the sun
And one without the other, has no valued worth
It’s because of our distinctions that we have merit on this earth
Butterflies and birds, flowers in the spring
In their different colors, to this world such beauty bring
So we have a choice in life, we each can choose to see
The differences in our skin, or what God meant for us to be
An array of different colors, the stars, the moon, the sun
And one without the other will make the world come undone”
It was just another morning; it was just another day
As I hurried home to hold my daughter, and ask her please to stay
To tell her how much I love her, and at last I understand
It’s not our colors that make us different; it’s how we treat our fellowman
For God invented colors, to blend on earth as one
He gave us day and night, the moon, the stars, the sun
And though they all are different, they have purpose on this earth
And one without the other, has no valued worth
Written By: Cheryl Costello-Forshey ©2004
“Just Another Day” has been published
in the book, Open My Eyes, Open My Soul
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