Daycare Poems | Examples

Blondie

If you strain your ears
you could hear daycare man’s
blond-haired pig-tailed little
girl shattering her xylophone.

How straitlaced can a place
of rainbows and sugar highs
be, you remember asking
before you took the job.

You can’t take it, the
little girl always bothers
your lunchtime, hearing her
playacting rottenly.

Pink-eyed, you look 
nothing like your parents,
you told her; she ripped
her hair out and cried.

The background soothes
the mind, he told you,
but it tasted like being
seasick and fuzzy.

Every channel in the TV
had that flower child boasting
bed sheets as skin; it had no
eyes, yet it was so po-faced.

It would always hitch at the 
end, burning the VHS tape; the 
girl would stare at the stained wall 
for two minutes, hearing it crackle.

You turn on your present TV,
no more shifts, and you see
daycare man branded as a 
blondes kidnapper.

Three Generations Of Motherhood

three generations of mothers created a fourth-
    mine, my children's, my grandchildren's
         between the late fifties and April this year
    I have welcomed thirteen births- my three
five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren 

generations unfold in ways of the times
    as a stay-at-home mom-  late 50s through 60s
        when my third child began school, I sought
    a part-time job- and later, night classes at college
earned a BA degree in English, after six long years

in the nineties, my three gave me grandkids
    times were more relaxed then, as new moms 
        left hospitals quicker- back to work sooner
    dads assisted in more ways than ever before
family members helped as reliable babysitters

six years ago, I held my first great-grandchild-
    my fifth arrived this month- our fourth generation
        their moms accept the duality of motherhood-
    having careers and raising their babies, who 
learn so much- including social skills- at Daycare

exercising through my life

Swimming was my favorite exercise as a child
Loved the freezing cold water even if air was mild
In the late seventies, racquetball became the rage
I drove my new baby to daycare and loved this age

Running was never my favorite thing to do
Maybe I had never found the right jogging shoe
In my mid fifties I exercised at Curves and got into shape
Svelte and jock-like, I could have worn Wonder Woman’s cape

I tore my meniscus while doing yoga at work one day
My new exercise included a bicycle like pedal thing now put away.

WOMEN POWER

Take your power women, and use it for good. 
Remember the times that we suffered with no path to grow. 
They made us work for free, and kill our children by abortion and lack of money to give birth. 
They made us choose life or death, by failing to give us choices. 
We needed free education, free universal daycare from birth forward, free support to help us grow. 
They tricked us with words of love, yet they gloat when they tell others, they have no wife or children or lover.
They used us and sometimes abused us with tricks of love. 
Sometimes they raped us, and laughed and failed to admit they put us on a negative life path.
Making our life trajectory become sad and depressed.
Remember the power within yourself, hold it close and remember the lost and the weak as you grow.

Kid naps here, daycare!

Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those

Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!

For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!

Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and a PEER in peer pressure for air fryer
Is your oxygen an EIN? Bargaining overseas? Playing diplomacy? Daunts in ranting ramps where models stood?

Sometimes, data cable is not that a bad idea, where "inna lillah" is also a cliched Hinda call!
Long she served Holly Wood, May she come true among converts and traveler (pilgrims)
further in optimism in selfless "Sufism" not "Sophism or Hedonism",
Sin and Boon are all stamped with the sense of Shame, where the guilt is sensed after all!

Not a river dredging and to make a parable to river shifting, as no longer helpful!
Helpful and no longer! For once, try in Pickthall!

For the end of the time and the beginning, too
Time impeccable is Timeless Allah (SWT) and the all-knowing and all!
In time He begets not, 
In Time He is free from the need of an obgyn, 
of that specialty, departmental.

Why Does She Always Have to Cry About it

Sammy’s parents wanted a baby.
He thought it would be a good thing also
until they got a baby.
A wrinkled up old-man-looking screaming wailing baby.
The one they got was a girl, they named it Sheila.
She cried all the time.
At first she sounded like a whimpering mewing baby alley cat.
Her crying got louder, more desperate, and shrill over time
More urgent, more desperate.
People in the grocery store gave them mean looks
that said “Why can’t you keep that thing quiet?”
Sammy wanted them to send it back.
“Babies are never labelled return to sender.”
He was forced to listen to a couple of years of this insane crying.
Why doesn’t she just tell us what she wants?
Why does she always have to CRY about it?
Babies don’t have words yet, his parents told Sammy.
Sammy thought about this for a long time.
When he was a young adult he worked in a daycare center.
He taught the babies sign languages for milk, eat, sleepy, and bored.
After the babies learned the sign, they were less frustrated.
Thus, there was less crying, and the workers had less frazzled nerves.

Decisions

Decisions that we make every day will shape our future to come
So many thoughts float around in our heads, we need to sort out the ones to pick from
When you get up in the morning you need to decide what to wear
Always a challenge to get the children ready for school and the little ones to daycare
That big meeting this afternoon I still need to get ready for
A magnitude of issues to decide on or at least explore
The old car is in dire need of repair, something needs to be done
Time to buy a new vehicle, but the cost has left us stunned
I need to pick up Pizzas for dinner tonight, but no one knows what kind I should get
Will my decision make everyone happy , Probably not what do you want to bet One thing for sure later tonight I am going to put my feet up and relax
One decision that is make for me every year, time to file my income tax

Naps

     Stretched out,
     On a daycare cot.
     Told to take a nap,
     Didn't want to!
     A lot!
     I might miss something,
     So didn't make a peep.
     Closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.
     Waited until they were gone,
     Snuck out across the lawn.
     Knew where my brother had gone.
     Up the stairs,
     Into his room,
     The teacher was talking about the moon.
     Slid underneath his desk,
     His legs hid me from the rest!
     Stayed there until I had to pee,
     Thats what gave me away.
     But I didn't take a nap today!

Responsibility As A Bus Driver

Children can be pretty noisy while you’re driving 
As they are in your responsible care.
When you take the bus back to the garage,
After dropping every child at their homes or daycare
Make a thorough sweep over every row ensuring a child has not
Been left behind and make sure everything is secure. 

4/19/2024

Sweet As Pie

Growing up together
for a short while
in my home
a daycare setting
over the moon
a sort of swoon

after a holiday break
Ronnie and Zach
attack each other’s lips
with a kiss
sweet as pie
it’s still in my mind’s eye

i saw Ronnie at the library
when i first started there
she was a teen
i recognized the street
she lived on
from off her i.d.

i saw Zach on t.v.
he was in a dancing contest
i remember his candy frenzy
he was like the energizer bunny
and there he was with a girl
in his arms
not his first love
i knew who that was

3/11/2023

Miss Vivian, Our Precious Girl

Miss Vivian, our precious girl,
    On this, your special day,
Your Mimi and your Big Daddy
    Just have one thing to say:

Oh, happy day, sweet little one,
    We hope it’s a delight,
And that you get a piece of cake
    When you get home tonight!

Your grandpa’s going back to work,
    Retirement’s just too hard,
I think that I’ll go head to head
    With Hallmark greeting cards.

Apparently, there’s cash to make
     By crafting sappy drool; 
Sarcastic birthday wishes may
    Not sell, but they sure rule!

So try not to catch COVID, dear,
     At daycare, while you play,
We’re kind of short on flyer miles,
    And won’t be there today.

We’ll settle for a Facetime call,
    Not one we’d want to miss,
So we can give a virtual
    Sweet, Happy Birthday kiss!

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A birthday card inscription for Vivian, must have been last year. Posting to join my collection at the soup...

Death of Sleeping Angels

Children fell asleep 

Heavenly the dreams they had-- 


In death's land awoke! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
    08 October 2022




Last Thursday, at a daycare center in northeastern Thailand, a former police officer killed thirty-seven people of whom twenty-five were young children, some as young as two years of age. 
I dedicate this Senryu to their memory!

Delano Goes Back To School

He lives right next door to me and he is seven years old 
as I stood on my balcony I watch him come out of the house 
backpack strapped to his back he looked forlorn and serious 
"Are you looking forward to your first day of school?" I asked 
He looked up at me with big brown eyes then 
adjusting the strap of his school bag kicked a pebble in his way 
"I wish there was no school, only daycare and summer camp 
now that I have to go to school, all I do is  homework, shower, 
then go to bed"

His mom stepped out, " Delano are you ready? " 
"Yes mom," he whispered then disappeared inside the car; 

I smiled as I recalled my first day of school 
The year was 1966.  I didn't speak a word of English
I was terrified no one would want to play with me   
When I asked my mom,  "do I have to go ?"
She kissed me on the cheek, then squaring my shoulders  
and said with a big resounding Si, " yes you do !"

Sept 9 2022

A Father's Day Portrait

In your earliest days, I had seen you
Look across the room from a rocking chair.
Over the carpet, you would crawl to where
Very small toys were gathered in your view.
Every year, you always steadily grew;
You learned to play nicely and how to share.
Over time, you made new friends in daycare,
Understanding what to and not to do.
Many party invitations were sent
On the first day of every December;
Neatly wrapping presents on your birthday.
Keeping a close eye on where the time went
Each moment that I fondly remember
Your smiling face on graduation day.

© 2021

Guilt of Working Mum

You grow so fast 
Fighting all emotions 
Stopping my tears 
I know I had to 
Leaving my four month in daycare
Knowing I had no choice 
Having that guilt I went on


You grow so fast 
I missed your little life journey 
Those little giggle that jiggle my heart
Your talks that meant everything to me 
Ohh how I wonder I could stay
To capture every moment I missed 
Having that guilt I went on


You grow so fast 
Running to fulfill full-time work 
I zoom away dropping in class
While other mums stay
Not being there for your runs
Missing your performance 
Having that guilt I went on


You grow so fast 
You ask me questions 
Why I don't stay like other mums
How come am not in your assembly 
Why am not there to pick you up 
Why I don't come to your sports 
Fights my emotions I sat
Mummy needs to work
Having that guilt I went on

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