Compassion Poem

The Need To Be More Tolerant

I grew up on a farm in the mid-west. Our neighbors were the same as we we were, Scotch, Irish, and English. I never knew what prejudice meant until we moved to California where there were many nationalities. I'm thankful for my original upbringing and never developed a prejudice towards those with different nationalities. It is so sad to see the hurt that it can bring. I tried to teach my children tolerance and understanding.

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Harmony

Published by Family Friend Poems December 2018 with permission of the Author.

Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.

I thought I heard a pansy say
In a low voice to a lily,
"I simply do not understand
Why human beings are so silly.

They will argue about color,
They will argue about size,
They even seem to disagree
About the shape of someone's eyes.

Though we're crowded in together,
There never seems to be
Any sign of agitation,
No disrespect that I can see."

An ageratum said,"You know,
Though I am low down on the ground,
I never feel that I am less
Than the tallest flowers around.

It is too bad that people
Cannot seem to realize
They should listen to their hearts,
Not just depend on ears and eyes.

It would help them understand
How much joy there then could be.
Accepting everyone as equals
Would give their lives sweet harmony."

ABOUT THE POET:

Words have always been an important part of my life. My mother taught to read before I started school and coached me through winning spelling contests. I had to learn the meaning of the words, too. I've written books and articles for Salesian Inspirational Mission, Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul, for newspapers and magazines, but receiving...

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