Back To School Poems
Back To School Poems
If I want it, it’s mine. If I give it to you and change my mind later, it’s mine. If I can take it away from you, it’s mine. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine. If we are building something together, all of the pieces are mine. If it looks like mine, it’s mine. If it’s mine it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what.
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind, and they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher, the tools he used were books, music, and art; One was a parent, who worked with a guiding hand, and a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled, with a touch that was deft and sure While the parent labored by her side and polished and smoothed it o’er.
And then at last their task was done, They were proud of what they had wrought,
For the things they had molded into the child could never be sold or bought.
And each agreed they would have failed if he had worked alone.
For behind the teacher stood the school and behind the parent, the home.
Dear Teacher, I am a toddler. I am a super snooper. I search and check everything within my reach and often beyond. I am curious, too curious at times. I declare my independence, often quite loudly. I know I can do it, all by myself.
But, Please stay close.
I need you there, to help keep me from hurting myself when I am too curious. I need you to encourage me, and allow me to try to do it by myself, and to help when I can’t, or when I get frustrated.
I need you to hug and cuddle with me. I if do something you don’t like, Tell me. Show me a better way. Please don’t reject me. Please be patient. I have really only been in this world a short while.
The world and its ways are still so very, very new to me.
THERE’S NOTHING IN MY BAG TODAY
Today I did my math and science,
I toasted bread.
I halved and quartered.
I counted, measured, used my eyes,
and ears and head.
I added and subtracted on the way,
I used a magnet, blocks and memory tray.
I learned about a rainbow and how to weigh.
So please don’t say, anything in your bag today?
You see I’m sharing as I play.
I learned to listen and speak clearly when I talk,
To wait my turn, and when inside to walk.
To put my thoughts into a phrase,
To guide a crayon through a maze.
To find my name and write it down,
To do it with a smile and not a frown.
To put my pasting brush away,
So please don’t say, what, nothing in your bag today?
I’velearnedt about a snail and a worm,
Remembering how to take my turn.
Helped a friend when he was stuck,
Learned that water runs off a duck.
I looked at words from left to right,
Agreed to differ, not to fight.
So please don’t say, did you only play today?
I TRIED TO TEACH MY CHILD WITH BOOKS;
HE GAVE ME ONLY PUZZLED LOOKS.
I TRIED TO TEACH MY CHILD WITH WORDS;
THEY PASSED HIM BY OFTEN UNHEARD.
DESPAIRINGLY, I TURNED ASIDE;
“HOW SHALL I TEACH THIS CHILD,” I CRIED?
INTO MY HAND HE PUT THE KEY,
“COME,” HE SAID, “PLAY WITH ME.”