They Bring Me Gifts

They bring me gifts. Leaves, acorns, a flyswatter, mud off their shoes.
With big smiles and a happy attitude, they bring me gifts daily.
Yes, I am talking about the kindergarten students, the happy five’s.
And occasional sixes, who lose their front teeth rather gaily.

They bring me family conversations, and use inflection in their voices.
Now running toward the play dough center in the room’s corner.
They bring me funny stories. I applaud their non-selective choices.
Learning more than a therapist, bartender or beauty shop owner.

I smile all day at their drama, and their clever understated antics.
They have no idea they are hilarious. not realizing their own worth.
Poetry begs to write about them, so of course I comply with happiness.
They are real, honest, hilarious, and full of their own little middle earth.

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Wolf Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 2:32 PM
So adorable, so true, so clever, so cute --- so refreshing! Beautifully penned by a most appreciative teacher! Thanks, Caren. :) gw
Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 1:05 AM
Thank you. I count on my babies - and they are all my babies - to bring me new ideas, and they have not failed me in any way yet.
Cheney Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 8:11 AM
Great observations. Enjoyed the poem. It blesses those who take the time to watch young children interact and react to the world around them.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 1:06 AM
I spend my days and my weekends with children. I am an elementary school counselor, and a grandmother of ten children.
Buehler Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 12:28 AM
A delightful poem, that I enjoyed very much, Caren!
Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 1:06 AM
Thank you Evelyn. I thought it was fun to write too.
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