As I mentioned in my last post, a group of us have been gathering to support each other in learning more about poetry and improving what we write. A couple of days ago, I received my class list for the upcoming school year. Later that day, I composed this poem. Guess the poet thing is becoming more real. No assignment from or for the group, just thoughts that seemed to belong in a poem. So here it is:
I've always thought of the new kindergartners as seeds;
But today I realize they are seedlings. They come to me
In their little pots, already nourished and watered
By other hands. It's time to take them out and give them
Room to grow in rich soil.
They'll need plenty of sunshine and water
And time. Each one, already a
Carrot or a daisy. I can't change that.
Every one needs tender tending to grow.
No darkness. No crowding.
No pruning. At this stage, they need all their
Leaves, stems, branches, roots, to eventually
Bring forth fruit or flower. The pruning will come later.
I teach kindergarten at an independent school in Hawaii. The joy of young, curious learners delights me. I'm passionate about my practice, always striving to meet the needs of the children and their families.