These are poems that I give to my parents and students at the end of the year.

A Teacher's Prayer
A sculptor took a piece of clay  and molded perfectly
The figure of a little child, so beautiful to see;
But when I held it in my hand, no warmth of life was there
Its cold, unchangeless beauty was all that it could share.
God sent a little child to me that I might supervise
The teaching that would satisfy the wonder in his eyes;
And when I took his little hand, to guide him on his way,
I felt the warmth of trust and love he shares with me each day.
"And so, dear God, I come to Thee, in all humility,
To ask for wisdom, strength and love that I may always be
The kind of teacher who can help, in some kind, loving way,
To mold a better, stronger child with every passing day."
Author ~Harold H. LeCrone

A is for the alphabet which we know how to say.
B is for busy bodies -- a work and at play.
C is for colors - red, yellow, blue, and green.
D is for drawing pictures, the best you've ever seen.
E is for exercise to keep our bodies strong.
F is for the fun we've had as we have gone along.
G is for the good friends we made throughout the year.
H is for happy faces, filled with love and cheer.
I is for imagination used at every turn.
J is for good jobs and the praises we have earned.
K is for kindness we showed each day.
L is for learning -- more and more each day.
M is for minding and showing our respect.
N is for numbers. One, two, three...correct?
O is for the obstacles we learned to overcome.
P is for puppets and for playing rhythms on a drum.
Q is for all the questions we've asked throughout the year.
R is for reading stories, even those that bring a tear.
S is for different snacks, several we have tried.
T is for talking. It's not to be denied.
U is for unusual; it fits some things we've done.
V is for our volunteers -- parents and everyone!
W is for the world of words we've barely dipped into.
X is for extra special kids -- it's him, it's her, it's you.
Y is for yes, it has been a great year!
Z is for first-grade zest. We're ready, have no fear!
-Author Unknown-


Dear Parents,
I give you back your child, the same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. 
 I give him back pounds heavier, inches taller, months wiser,
more responsible, and more mature then he was then.
Although he would have attained his growth in spite of me,
it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch his personality
unfold day by day and marvel at this splendid miracle of development.
I give him back reluctantly, for having spent nine months together in the narrow 
confines of a crowded classroom, we have grown close, have become a part of each other, and
we shall always retain a little of each other.
Ten years from now if we met on the street, your child and I,
a light will shine to our eyes, a smile to our lips, and we shall
 feel the bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. 
I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give him back I must. 
 Take care of him, for he is precious.
Remember that I shall always be interested in your
child and his destiny,  wherever he goes, whatever he does, whoever he becomes. 
 His joys and sorrows Ill be happy to share.
I shall always be his friend.
~Author Unknown

Drop a Pebble in the Water
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
~James W. Foley~

Great Expectations

It's time to say good-bye
Our year has come to an end.
I've made more cherished memories
and many more new friends.

I've watched your child learn and grow
and change from day to day.
I hope that all the things we've done
Have helped in some small way.

So it's with happy memories
I send them out the door,
With great hope and expectations
for what next year holds in store.

Ive worked with your flower,
And helped it to grow.
Im returning it now,
But I want you to know ..

This flower is precious
As dear as can be.
Love it, take care of it
And you will see
A bright new bloom
with everyday
It grows in such a special way.

In August, a bud,
Midterm, a bloom;
Now, a lovely blossom
Comes home to you in June.

Remember this flower
As dear as can be,
Though rightfully yours
Part belongs to me!
-Author Unknown-

Remember how I walked away,
On tiny feet, my first school day?
With tiny hands I waved goodbye,
And I saw the tear in the corner of your eye.
But you were brave and so was I.
We both tried hard not to cry.
My little feet carried me to school.
I remember you saying, Now obey every rule.
My little hands opened the heavy school door.
Everywhere I looked, there were kids galore.
I went down the hall to Room 101.
There was Mrs. LaBoon to invite me inside.
We made a big family, Mrs. LaBoon the Mother.
With a family this large, we had to help each other.
Ive tried hard to listen throughout the whole year.
So next year in school, Ill have nothing to fear.
The muscles in my hands are now much stronger.
And even my feet look a whole lot longer.
On the last day of school, as we all wave goodbye,
Do you suppose Mrs. LaBoon will have a tear in her eye?
It really has been a happy year!
Making friends who will always be dear.
Kindergarten was busy with many things to do,
But it sure was fun the whole year through!
-Author Unknown-

This Hand I Hold   

This hand I hold I touch it now
For all eternity,
And the knowledge that I share
I give from me to you.

In hope that all you do and say
Reflects the lessons learned,
And all the awards that you receive
Are ones that you have earned.

I am your present teacher
And your true friend,
But when the year is over
My thoughts of you won't end.

For in my dearest memory
Forever you will be,
And when you go I hope that you
Will take a part of me.

This hand I hold I touch it now
For all eternity,
And the knowledge that I share
I give from me to you.
-Author Unknown-

In __year__ at the beginning of September
You came into my class, how well I remember.

Some of you were smiling and giggling a lot
Some were very quiet and a few tears I could spot

You came here to learn, to be taught how to read
You were then very much like a tiny new seed

You were all in my garden just waiting to grow
So this gardener got busy with her rake and her hoe

I fed you the water and let in the sun
You took in the soil, but we had only begun

Each day as I worked in this garden of mine
I saw you all growing so strong and so fine

Then finally one day I took a good look
And saw each of my flowers reading a book

It was obvious then that you had worked too
Soaking up all the food I had given to you

But although you have blossomed, you still need to grow
So I'll pass you on now to another gardener I know

She too has a rake and hoe she can use
And plenty of food from which you can choose

I hope you will keep your roots open wide
Take in all her food and keep it inside

Yes, a gardener can work all night and all day
But the flower must be willing to take in each ray

So work very hard in your garden each year
Do the best you can and you'll have nothing to fear

Grow strong and tall, reach up for the sun
Stay as nice as you are and have lots of fun.
-Author Unknown-

Now I know my ABC's.
Colors, shapes, and days.
I sang some songs,
Learned some poems, rhymes, and fingerplays.
I played outside on sunny days,
And inside when it rained.
My little hands and feet were busy every day.
My teacher was ____.
I kept her on her toes.
She tied my shoes, combed my hair, and even wiped my nose.
But now it's time to say "Good-bye"
To all my preschool friends.
School is over, summer's here.
But learning never ends!

-Author Unknown-

You're a very special person, and
__name of student__ you should know
how I loved to be your teacher,
how fast the year did go.

Please take the time to think of me
as through the years you grow,
try hard to learn all you can,
there is so much to know.

The one thing I tried to teach you,
to last your whole life through,
is to know you are special
just because,_______,you are you.
-Author Unknown-


I am Glad I was your Teacher!

I'm glad I was your teacher
I've come to love you so.
I can't believe the end is here.
I hate to see you go.

Remember all the fun we had
in all the things we did
But most of all remember...
You're a Very Special Kid!
-Author Unknown-

Whose Child Is This?

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play.
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile"
Mine to keep a little while.
To bathe his/her hands and comb his/her hair,
To tell him/her what he/she is to wear,
To prepare him/her that he/she may always be good,
And each day do the things he/she should".

"Whose child is this?" I asked again,
As the door opened and someone came in.
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile.
"Mine, to keep just for a little while.
To teach him/her how to be gentle and kind,
To train and direct his/her dear little mind,
To help him/her live by every rule,
And get the best he/she can from school".

"Whose child is this?" I asked once more,
Just as the little one entered the door.
"Ours", said the parent and the teacher as they smiled.
And each took the hand of the little child.
"Ours to love and train together.
Ours this blessed task forever."
-Author Unknown-

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