Each time I step into my class
the wonder never ceases,
the wonder of being able to
mould and teach the little ones,
buds waiting to bloom and blossom!
Each year when I meet them,
the girls and boys
with their
well scrubbed clean faces
and combed hair,
their innocent faces
looking up at me with love,
looking up at me expectantly,
waiting for me to love them
encourage them,
their heart full of love,
innocence pooled in their eyes
I feel the wonder of God.
Each one different,
some artistic, some studious,
some naughty, some shy,
each child unique!
I treasure each moment;
the flowers I got,
the small trinkets
made with their little hands
just for me,
little notes of love
pressed into my hand
shyly and silently,
the way the scared ones
put their soft little hands into mine
looking for reassurance,
their wide eyed wonder
at everything they see and hear,
their look of joy
when I open a story book
to take them into another world.
They are precious gems
to be cut and polished
to shine forever;
bringing happiness to them
and for others.
All they need is
Tender Loving Care