Long Pre school Poems
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There’s Just One Catch
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor,
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner,
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps if you’re a sink un-plugger, and a flower arranger,
And a calendar planner, and a good back scratcher,
And an organic gardener that can make things grow.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Later I might need a daycare provider, and a taxi driver,
And a paramedic, and a pre-school teacher.
You’ll be the go-to person that everyone knows.
It helps if you’re a gourmet cook, and a chic hair stylist,
And a party hostess, and a homework tutor.
Your duties will expand as the company grows.
(Chorus)
There’s a retirement package no one else can match.
But I gotta warn you that there’s just one catch.
So if you think you could handle all of the above,
This is a twenty-year contract for a full-time love.
So if you want the position, click the link above!
Might be a thirty-year contract for a full-time love.
Maybe a forty-year contract for a full-time love.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
I really need a secretary, and a home decorator,
A shiatsu masseuse, and a fashion coordinator.
There are no limits to how much you can grow.
I can offer you some health insurance, maybe college tuition,
Free company housing, and used transportation.
So what do you say, why don't we make a go?
(repeat chorus)
Help wanted. Click the link above.
Help wanted. Click the link above.
Help wanted. Find somebody to love.
Having been adopted at six weeks
living in the countryside with parents anew
these early years pre-school were good
but went past so quickly time just flew
Though realising I've stammer afoot
but having no company so I'd cope
this suited me having me for company
all of this was bringing me hope
One thing I felt clearly at this time
as a child I had real contentment
this was so peaceful deep at heart
these days would be where I start
Having my own bedroom was cool
sitting there loving my toys
as an only child life was good
there on my own cause no noise
As I think back on these early days
sometimes wish that peace could return
but life changes moving on age to age
just as our weather moves rain to sun
(My favourite time in my life was probably was pre-school between one to five, this is my thoughts about that time.)
My life has been hard at times
struggling to speak since pre-school
stressful situations got you down
working life also felt excessively cruel
Took on therapy at various times
but stammer never improved very much
progress was short-lived never to stay
but always felt I needed a special touch
Even went to spiritual healing meetings
but they proved a waste of time
hypnosis helped in my mid-twenties
but took it only so far failing to rhyme
In conclusion, I learned one key thing
God made me to be what I've become
accept myself speaking as I do
learn to do that, beat my own drum
My healing is in letting me go
believing to just be what I am
remind myself to be kind to me
content yourself this I truly know
What does healing and letting go look like and feel like for you?
(I've written this as a poetic expression of solutions on healing and letting go of a struggle or struggles many of us may have.)
They bounce upon a trampoline
And climb and charge at bubbles.
When watching pre-school kids convene
You might forget your troubles.
For as they scamper, scoot and slide
Their joy is quite contagious
Except those glued to mommy’s side,
Too shy or not courageous.
A birthday party at a gym
Is fun and not too taxing
For chances of a mess are slim
So parents are relaxing.
At playtime’s end, the pizza shows;
Then cake has its debut time.
We sing the song that Hadley* knows
Is her “Happy to you!” time.
*my just-turning-2 year old granddaughter,
who has been singing this song for weeks
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.
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.”
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
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)
This telling is about a gift. The gift includes oatmeal, but the real story is very much more.
Mom had been farm-raised during the Depression and had little. Her father, to me ‘Grandad’, with ‘Grandmother’ had lived frugally and saved enough to buy a farm and then a house in town, with cash. As WWII loomed, she went to college, then taught for 8 years. After the war, Dad and Mom married and she took a hiatus of 10 years to have and to help Dad marshal the 5 siblings in our family. She would return to teach another 30 years. With her dual jobs, Mom always got the least amount of sleep.
At age 10 and both early morning risers, she’d get me up at our usual 5 AM to begin delivery of newspapers before school which began at 8. I’d finish my pre-school studies by 7:30 before my ‘trash duties’ and then the walk of 3 blocks to school in our town of 2000 Christian souls.
Mom kept a tight accounting of the time and taught me to do so as well. She was proud that I ended up with an 8-year record for school attendance, interrupted only by a case of MUMPS when I was in the 4th grade.
In those days there were no instant oats and no microwave. It was required to bring the water in the pan to a boil with its pinch of salt, then add the measured cup of raw oats followed by clock-watching the instructed 10 minutes to bring it to readiness for serving, …but…only after adding brown sugar and raisins that I liked. As we ate, we’d share our time, the day’s schedule, our beliefs and hopes. Mom made it all great as she mentored me.
Sometimes she would decide to take me in the car if it was stormy or cold. We’d continue our time together; Mom with one of her sons, continuing to share devotional time discussing things that mattered. She’d often sing a favorite hymn,
"In the Garden", or other, and sometimes listen to Dad’s "Old Rugged Cross" on the radio. Mom was truly one of the Greatest Generation the world has known.
These days, I sometimes have oatmeal the way she fixed it and remember what Mom meant to me and remember the “Gift of Time Together” that Mom gave to me, and to pass on to my family.
Elva Fern, aka Mother, later aka ‘Mom’, mentored me well.
I still get up at 5 AM.
There are so many pictures and paintings as such
With all a special meaning, a delicate light touch
A picture in the sky equals a sheet of stars
A picture so perfect like a childs cookie jar
Portraits, sketches, cartoons and so
An electrifying image, a desire to know
A creative mind and a peaceful soul
Through our mind to our hands all under control
My special pictures, paintings as such
Are those of my Children we love them so much
Starting in Pre-School, followed by Primary
A work of art, a form so timely
What else to say, I'm sure you will agree
Children pictures are idealic for they do see
Through their eyes and their mind
Take a look and you will find.
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