Friday, June 17, 2011

Critical Incident Poem

Worried to Writing

Write, write, write.  What to write?
  Why do I teach kindergarten? 
Those enthusiastic good mornings and expectant looks. 
I get to feel the world through them. 
In the beginning they are wide eyed and worried.
Lunch trays are carried with a death grip. 
Some time passes and most of the worrying is done. 
Now it is time to get down to business and impart my “knowledge”. 
Brains like sponges, they soak it up. 
Struggling hands try to get the correct lines, squiggles and dots down on paper. 
 It is not an easy task, but they practice.
Everyday they write.
I had pancakes for breakfast…  
Polar Bears are white…
How to make popcorn…
They are proud of their hard work. 
We share, we encourage, and we celebrate. 
Smiling eyes and a sense of certitude have
replaced worried eyes and death grips on lunch trays. 
Write, write, write, What will I write today?

2 comments:

  1. I love it! It is so special being able to watch the changes that come over our munchkins as the "grow into school" and learn to become themselves! Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Love the images of wide-eyed and worried, and holding lunch trays
    with a death grip. Also the addition of pancakes and polar bears.

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