Long Pre school Poems
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Today was Special Person’s Day
At pre-school, for the 3’s.
One guest per child and I was picked,
An honor I did seize.
Each child announced his person
Then we hunted for their names
On a placemat on the table
Where we sat and made some frames.
There was fruit to eat and cookies
Which the children helped to bake
And some marigolds in plastic cups
For all of us to take.
Then a teacher took our pictures
So the frames will get some use
And the kids performed a song and dance
To shake their sillies loose.
Though I’m one of several people
Henry loves who love him back,
I am thrilled that he decided
To select me from the pack.
In all my days here upon earth
from day one as I remember
I've stammered pre-school and beyond
and even joined its association member
But through all my time it's been a battle
through school, work and now being retired
most words were really difficult to say
making one to think my tongue has expired
When becoming a Christian in year '82
becoming earnest in prayer to daily access
then pleaded with God to touch my tongue
but nothing occurred finding no success
They've been times I felt God saying
leave it alone my grace meets your need
but then at other times, He spurred me on
to try new approach and see where it'll lead
But now during covid, it's bad as ever
believing Jesus is Lord but can't get through
feels so helpless words as hard to say
dries up throat feels so hoarse all so blue
But I won't give in before God's throne
I'll persist as the widow seeking bread
for God answered her just to have peace
always pray and don't lose heart Jesus said(Luke 18:1)
('And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart.')
Luke 18:1 (ESV)
Since I was just a little girl
With my red hair done in a braid
My face was full of “polka dots”
And a point to tease and degrade.
Handing out snack, my pre-school teach
Seemed so very pretty and kind
‘Til she said dots, I threw my milk,
Ending with smacks on my behind!
But this polka dot hooligan
Was so far from being reformed
Talk of my many “sun’s kisses”
And the sun ran just as I stormed!
Of course now I’m a grown woman
And should have much better control
Unfortunately, that’s not true
I hospitalized the last troll!
Today I sit in custody
But there ain’t no tears that I wipes
‘Cuz I really HATE polka dots
But I don’t mind these prison stripes!
January 9, 2019
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers,
quantum physics grades two through four
Is what we now hold as absolute truth,
just a stairway to something much more
Are the numbers and letters so basic,
like the oils in Leonardo’s paint
Is time itself an illusion,
there to conjure and proffer restraint
But does music call out a new greeting,
as it flows past the thoughts in our mind
Is the act of our own recreating,
a new portal for what’s yet to find
And then will we ever relinquish,
YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD
As the DNA of existence
—to those willing extends a new hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
His groupies were in pre-school
(Or their parents, more the like).
At concerts, all his lyrics
Were sung back by every tyke.
We listened to his records
(Way back then, on small cassettes).
When our kids would clap along
That was as good as music gets.
Now 30-plus years later
With our grandson (just past 2),
We watch a younger Raffi
And his power still shines through.
For with YouTube on the iPhone
There’s his presence in our laps
And as Henry watches, mesmerized,
It makes me feel, perhaps…
Somehow time is at a standstill.
What was new once still feels fresh,
Though in truth I’ve no idea today
How Raffi’s in the flesh.
A toddler in a stroller passed
And, looking at her face,
It seemed to me that she was
Merely staring into space.
Which made me wonder – could it be
She’d nothing on her mind?
If not, and I could read her thoughts,
What musings would I find?
I wish I had a lollipop.
I need some better toys.
My pre-school class has way too many
Mean and nasty boys.
My lunch today was yucky.
Why does Mommy have to work?
And why did Daddy come home mad
And call his boss a jerk?
I know, I might be way off base.
Perhaps within that stare
Were thoughts of all the happy things
She couldn’t wait to share.
When I look back on my childhood
the pre-school days were the best
living as an only child in the country
although adopted was treated as a guest
In my bedroom, I played with my toys
lots of farm figures were such fun
felt like I had my very own farm
took a break when I went out to run
One of my favourites is Betta Build
to build little houses just like new
also loved my Meccano set
spent endless hours doing all I knew
AS a loner I loved my own company
spending quality time with just me
such sweet contentment to enjoy
gives you a feeling of being free
Having a stammer caused to be alone
but don't regret it, no not at all
for learned such a lot about myself
years later, able to ride over many a fall
(This is about autobiographical account of my childhood. The life I remember from my pre-school memories which were my favourite years.)
In the pre-school, there are days
When children get to choose
A “special” person that, to them,
Has garnered great reviews.
That person has the honor
Of a very special pass
Which entitles him or her
To come and hang out in the class.
My grandson picked his mommy
As his very first selection.
His daddy was the winner
Next time in his son’s affection.
The time has come again
And it is me who was invited!
I’m sure it’s obvious I’m thrilled,
Delighted and excited.
It’s lovely to feel special
Like that so-called top banana,
But it’s even better coming from
The one who made me “Nana.”
My favourite time in childhood
was pre-school as the only one
playing in my own little bedroom
with my toys and myself for fun
These days, I realised one thing
communication was a real defect
realising I had a stammer, so real
caused me trouble whoever I met
So I really loved life on my own
loving my own company O so sweet
learning to be content and happy
lying on the floor was my comfy seat
We had two cats and a dog
they were great friends for me
love to cuddle them in my arms
watch them run around so free
These days were special memories
ones that I look back with joy
it's amazing now at seventy-one plus
I wonder what I could say to that little boy
Whenever I see a rainbow it always makes me smile
I love to admire their natural beauty for many a while
What will I find at the end of a rainbow -
it won’t be a crock of gold that much I know!
I seek neither fame nor tremendous wealth
For I am extremely rich, as I possess good health
Good health is something that cannot be bought
I know from experience, it’s not a lesson that is taught
So you won’t see me chasing rainbows to find a pot of gold
But I will rejoice at their stunning beauty until I’m very old
Contest: What is at the end of your rainbow
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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Dedicated to the memory of my lovely friend Josie who passed away on 20th January 2016 the logo of her pre-school playgroup was a rainbow