Preschool School Poems | Examples
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My Teacher Is The Light Of My Life
Birds sing sweetly in the morning
The sky is clear without clouds and blue
My teacher came riding a bicycle
Bring useful knowledge
For our beloved ones
My teacher gave me a role model
Without tiredness or time
The light of your lamp will always live
Illuminates every step of the journey
Your knowledge will be useful throughout your life
My teacher told me
When you grow up you will become a useful person
To the nation
I pinned the message in my heart
All your services will never be forgotten
Dear driver of the bus, drive your bus with care and concern for the children
Be not in haste but be prompt, and be mindful of every rule while on the road
Dear Bus Monitor, count the children entering and tick every child that leaves
Your job is done if the ‘ins’ and ‘outs’ tally, I give you a register and pen for that
But that is not all, must search every nook and corner of the bus in the end
Like you are looking for hidden treasure, if you draw blank, it’ll be a pleasure.
Seems like only yesterday,
when I wore a white cap and gown. I was a very excited five year old,
it was my kindergarten graduation.
I was sick as a dog,
after crying until I could not breathe~mom said I could go.
The group diploma pictures were taken,
it was back home and back to bed feeling so sick.
I missed the party~I missed all the fun,
that made me really sad.
The years went by,
I had another chance to get it right.
A blue and white flower corsage I did wear,
school colors made me proud.
A night filled with family and friends,
for all to see what I had done.
Happy tears did fall,
as the next chapter in my life was about to start.
This time I was not missing the party,
cutting my big cake brought me much joy.
Date Written: 3/3/2023
Note: True story.
A school counselor was walking down a hallway.
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
One of the kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
This is a no-no.
They are supposed to sit silently waiting for their bathroom turn.
Two more kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
When three more started to stand the teacher said
“I know you love Ms Kay, but this is a no-no.”
I said “I kind of needed this today.”
At this point the teacher motioned for the rest of the class to get up.
They all hugged me including the teacher.
Only people who have never had this would ask me “Why do you teach?”
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
He is hitting and kicking in line the teacher whispers.
He glares at both of us, probably figuring she is snitching on him.
I just finished with preschool where no one was hitting and kicking.
I resist telling him this. Instead taking him to the office.
He goes with me nicely, so I complement him on his choice.
He seems surprised, which eggs me on further.
I give him a wink.
He stares at me, no doubt wondering what is going to happen next.
I like to keep them on their toes.
I sneeze, and everyone follows suit.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I laugh and half of them laugh.
Two of them pointedly laugh louder after the rest of us quit laughing.
There are always two in every class.
I try to move and step on two of them.
How they magically got under my feet and out of their chairs I cannot say.
Teaching preschoolers is like herding cats.
They are hilarious, and it is a lot of fun, but they are magical.
One second here, the next gone.
I admire anyone who can do this on a regular basis.
If I did this every day I would be taking a nap with them.
Which might not go over well.
cannibalize
verb KAN-uh-buh-lyze
1 a : to take salvageable parts from (something, such as a disabled machine) for use in building or repairing another machine
b : to make use of (a part taken from one thing) in building, repairing, or creating something else
2 : to deprive of an essential part or element in creating or sustaining another facility or enterprise
3 : to take (sales) away from an existing product by selling or being sold as a similar but new product usually from the same manufacturer; also : to affect (something, such as an existing product) adversely by cannibalizing sales
blarney
noun BLAR-nee
1 : skillful flattery : blandishment
2 : nonsense, humbug
felicitate
verb fih-LISS-uh-tayt
1 archaic : to make happy
2 a : to consider happy or fortunate
b : to offer congratulations to
I see age four
Standing in the long school hallway
By his lonesome
Exasperated preschool teacher three doors up, watching.
I know her hands are full with another four-year-old
Who is also a run away.
I introduce myself.
Ask who he is. He mumbles something I cannot hear.
His name badge tells me his name.
I ask where he is going. He says “My mama’s house.”
He takes my hand and walks with me.
Easy peasy.
I think of days when I was young
Drinking in my school days fun
When playtime it would come around
Oh, so many friends I found
Then off I'd go to learn some more
Sometimes it really became a bore
I knew I had to learn their stuff
Though many times it could be tough
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Soon my mind began to tick
I did learn it all at last
Though my mind was not too fast
When time came to leave that school
Although I thought it was quite cool
It was so nice being free
And really, I liked to earn the money
Preschool
I cried because
A bigger kid
Knocked over the castle
I’d built
Kindergarten
I cried because
Somebody stole
The chocolate bar
I’d brought
First grade
I cried because
The teacher yelled at me
It wasn’t even for something that
I’d done
Second grade
I cried because
I fell off
The top of
The tree that
I’d climbed
Third grade
I cried because
My friend left me for
The new girl
I didn’t know if it was something that
I’d said
Fourth grade
I cried because
My friend was getting bullied
But then they stopped because
I’d stood up for him
Fifth grade
I cried because
We did a group project
I had to do all the work
And my group took all the credit
For something that
I’d done
Sixth grade
I cried because
My parents wouldn’t listen
I told my friend that if they didn’t
I’d run
Seventh grade
I cried because
I wanted to apologize
So I’d ran
I’d gotten to
The bus stop
Where he was supposed to
Wait but he hadn’t
I cried because
My best friend said
She didn’t want to be
My friend anymore
I cried because
I was in a contest
But I was not sad
When I cried
I did not lose
I’d won
And I’d cried.
You want to set goal
Big enough that in the process of achieving it
You become someone worth becoming