(A year ago today, I started working at Absolute Love Learning Center. I learned so much during my time there about life and about myself.)
Days at Daycare
“Good morning,” you say, “I’m Miss Catherine.”
You sure hope it’s a good day.
You have so many books to read.
You tell her there’s no need to cry.
Raised hands mean they need to go potty.
“At the day’s end, perhaps I’ll have peace.”
Oh, you young fool to think of peace
While children run screaming “Miss Catherine!”
You thought you’d be nice, then her potty
Made you go home and change that day.
You will find many styles of crying
From dying to pouting till face is red.
In truth, you can never be well read
Enough to pick up all the pieces
Of little lives mixed with yours. Cry
Driving home, no more “Mit Capwin”
From day to foster – care no more today.
But you go back to cleaning up potty.
After one by one they all potty
Comes your favorite part: you read,
And then comes the chaos, all a daze.
At your face come flying pieces
Of bright plastic projectiles. “Miss Catherine
To you, young sir! Sure, let it out and cry.”
Tears drip on your shoulder, as they cry
You hug and hold them away. “Potty?
I’ve heard it before.” “But Miss – ”
“Nope! You’ve been twice. Nap or read.”
Show love but be firm and peace
Will come at the end of the day.
You will come to remember the days
I dare say, even miss them. Cry
Thinking fondly of your little potty-
mouthed boy you’ll never see again. Peace
Be with you as you go and read.
Remember smiles, hugs, and kisses, Miss Catherine.