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
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Over the years I have taught so many children, children from all over the world. Indian children; Bahraini children, children from Egypt, Jordan, Tunisia, Malaysia, Philippines, Thailand; each one of them holding a special place in my heart. I can never forget the love I got from them, the way they looked up to me for everything. So many beautiful moments and memories; funny, happy, sad, playful. Wherever you are my children, stay happy and blessed. :)
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Comments7
A lovely, happy, precious poem.
Thank you very much. 🙂
A fine write J.
Thank you all so much 🙂
I smiled widely reading your words and was genuinely filled with the warmth of love. I have two very young granddaughters and thought of them, their soft little hands in mine.
You really do capture the young freshness of innocent enthusiasm in our beautiful youngsters in your words today.
A must for my favouriites.
Thank you so much. You must be so proud of your granddaughters . Glad that the poem made you smile. 🙂
'They are precious gems
to be cut and polished'
and set: Free
to shine, while Blossoming
into the Who
of what they choose to Become..
I laud your profession, truly!
I despise its systemic, need
to rid children
of their sprouting wings
to prioritise
manufacturing, like minded
society cogs...
I implore any, gifted with the possibility
to thwart this morbid, inevitability
at every: opportunity...!
I fully agree with you, they should be allowed to choose the path they want to follow.
"Free to shine, while blossoming into the who of what they choose to become". I love this.
Thank you 🙂
Especially the very young ones, with that innocence and hope filled thirst. Every drop of word you speak, a new world opens up for them. You are the shinning light that keeps them immersed.
Lovely poem, lovely profession
Thank you very much.
Beautiful caring and loving words. I am sure that those little ones have seen the glory of life that emanates from you Jayasree.
Andy
Thank you so much .
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