Another year begins as children burst through the door,
Backpacks stuffed with crayons, scissors and glue.
Childrens faces filled with anticipation as they
Dart from corner to corner taking it all in.
Energy is contagious as they meet one another.
Friendships are made quickly as names are exchanged.
Girls with pony tails and boys with sneakers
Hold out their hands to meet the teacher.
I just know I will love coming to school he says
Jumping up and down as high as he can.
Kicking and jumping are what I do best!
Looking out from behind moms skirt a young girl stands
Maybe I will make a friend. I hope I know somebody.
Nothing to fret my pet, you will make lots of friends!
On the first day we have so many fun things planned
Playing games, singing songs and getting to know new friends.
Quickly her expression changes as she sees the cage.
Running across the room she squeals with delight!
Smiling, with a sigh of relief, her mother knows it will be okay.
Talking amongst each other I see the parents conferring
Uniting one another with a common theme of hope.
Vanishing quickly are fears of concern, replaced
With glimmers of hope and excitement for things to come.
Exiting from the classroom the parents depart
Yearning to stay but knowing the time has come.
Unzipping the purses in search of Kleenex;
the parents reluctantly go.
I will proudly write her name, says the
Yellow sharpened pencil that stands in the cup.
I will be held by the next Picasso or even the next Rembrandt,
says the unopened box of Crayola crayons.
I will be the home of future explorers or maybe even a President,
says the Desk that sits in rows.
Yet, they wait for the bell to ring.
I will prevent the germs from reaching others,
says the box of Kleenex awaiting the first sneeze.
I will tell them all about the year to come,
says the Postcard written and stamped with love.
I will proudly introduce each child to the school,
says the Name tag written in perfect print.
Yet, they wait for the bell to ring.
I will hold all his important documents,
says the Clipboard with its grip so tight.
Summer break is over and another year begins,
says the date on the calendar.
I will host important meetings and festive parties,
says the classroom fresh and dusted.
Yet, they wait for the bell to ring.
The room is set and everything is in its place,
says the alert eyes of the Teacher.
She stands by the door reaching out to shake each hand.
Proudly saying, I will be your teacher.
As the bell rings
