Monday, August 29, 2011
T'was the night before kindergarten
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
His backpack was hung by the front door with care,
In hopes that Mrs. Smith would put homework in there.
Bingham was nestled all snug in his bed,
while visions of crayons danced in his head.
And Brody in his pjs, and I in my gown,
had just laid our heads to settled down.
I thought of the fun we had this summer,
to think it was at an end seemed like a bummer.
When what through my wondering eyes should appear,
but a thought of my baby growing up, and a tear.
Will the kids be your friend and call you by name?
or will you be left out of all of their games?
Will your teacher now how much you mean to me?
or will you be another nagging child at her knee?
Then, out of my thoughts some comfort grew near,
I've taught you to love and be kind my dear.
So, you can use your strengths to help you in class,
and in the lunch room and even out on the grass.
You'll be dressed in your best from your head to your toes,
and clean as a whistle from your chin to your nose.
New shoes, shorts, and shirt to start of the day,
I'm sure they'll be dirty by the end of your stay.
I can't wait for you to show me new tricks,
Like reading and writing and arithmatics!
So, off you will go in the morning with love,
and I will know your being protected from your father above!
Posted by Amy at 9:31 AM