Repeated sentences in the loudest tone possible, dying to be heard
Little pokes in my hip, back, and side- the words maestra seem to never stop flying through the air.
Redirect after redirect to keep their attention
Tears roll as problem after problem arise
Brilliant creations and thoughts shining through all of the little things they do.
Fingers that wrap around just the tips of my own.
Little gifts filled with love presented to me by my tiny fan club
Smiles and laughter fill the air as another day in Ms. Johnson's Kindergarten class begins... do I dare?
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The mighty Yeti awakens in his blue circle
ReplyDeleteThe dark is giving way to daylight
He must go before the others come.
He walks around the circle, three times to the left and three times to the right for balance.Skipping around the oddly shaped tables, his eyes are finally open and his blood begins to stir. His ears are straining for any sound around him. Finally he hears her coming and hides behind the door. Then Ms.J opens the door and he waits. While she heads for her desk he slides around the door.
He's free to greet the kids as they arrive.