Picturesque XIV
I tap my feet to the beat of “We Are Family,” “head-banging” along with my Senior friends around me on this rather hot Tuesday afternoon.
We are listening and watching a group of African-American females dance and sing the lyrics. They are doing quite well.
Then some Caucasians and Asian-Americans climb onto the “stage,” completing, for the most part, the “rainbow” of America.
As the Seniors sing and dance my thoughts wander to the tragedy that occurred in New York on September 11, 2001. The past weeks have revealed the evils and goodness of America; I am happy to have seen more kind gestures than evil, even with the recent stories of bio-terrorist attacks.
And so I softly sing along to the only four two or four lines I know of the song:
“We are family
“All my brothers, sisters and me.
“We are family
“Get up everybody and sing!”
