All so very cute young and small,
with such innocent looks of white ceramic dolls.
Eagerness cradles their shy and uncertain eyes,
explaining numbers, alphabets, symbols, and signs,
all impressed in such tender minds.
Gleaming grins of accomplishments advertised,
no competition, no division, all working together,
unconditional acceptance for one another.
Masks of white paste smeared by touch,
mothers thankful for watercolors.
Intriguing artwork and drawings cover the walls,
creativity, imaginations, run wild throughout the halls.
Storytelling and songs of rhyme,
brings such sweet smiles filled with laughter and joy,
excited and fidgeting, sitting legs crisscrossed each girl and boy.
Noticing that the teacher's patience and tolerance come naturally.
Assisting with the days' learning and art activities, all oh' so fun,
I cannot help but wonder what will cross their way,
as they step into this classroom everyday.
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Author:
faie (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2025 22:53
- Comment from author about the poem: My son in kindergarten.
- Category: Children
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Thank you. Iām excited to share and read other members poems.
Don't you wish their life's could stay as innocent and simple as that, enjoyed the read
Thank you. They do grow up fast!
You are very welcome
What a wonderful portrayal of young children. Masterfully painted this picture of little children in a creative school setting. Full of color, motion and noise I can see it well. A metaphor as well for creativity in us all in our child mind
Thank you. Composing the poem came easily after I spent the day watching my son in his class as well as, I saw myself missing my youth and innocence.
I like it
Thank you!
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