Skipping in, or hiding behind mom,
it’s true that day one was relatively calm,
but soon they’d manage to test my aplomb.
They challenged me to be fair and just,
(especially with those who cussed),
while I helped them to unclench their fists;
but no matter how long we discussed,
many problems left me nonplussed.
I watched each child learn and grow,
though progress was incrementally slow,
I loved seeing each of them find their flow.
The end grew near
and I wanted a beer,
as it had been quite a year.
The last day came
and I had to proclaim,
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
I hope each child saw the piece of me
that loved their idiosyncrasies.
It’s easy to foresee
all that they could be.
Cleaning cubbies with no faces to greet,
it isn’t a year I would want to repeat,
but I can truly say the end is bittersweet.