Days at Daycare

(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.

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Trickily Drops and Puddles – a Villanelle

When you can, please walk in the rain

Oh please, step in every puddle.

Please, do go out, if you can, once again.

 

With ease, if you please, no need to refrain.

See the people all out in a huddle?

When you can, please walk in the rain!

 

My oh my, what? Some say, “it’s a pain?”

This puts me all in a muddle!

Please, do go out, if you can, once again.

 

All the pompous, up-nosed disdain

Dry mouthed, wet blankets – subtle

When you can, please walk in the rain.

 

Hear how the trickily drops drain

I can just see them all scuttle

Please, do go out, if you can, once again.

 

Please oh please, never complain

As trickily drops gather in puddles.

When you can, please walk in the rain!

Please, do go out, if you can, once again.

 

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Mound View Cemetery – my happy place

Mound View Cemetery

Long have I walked among the stones

They taught me how to read

I rode my bike along the roads

With Daddy guiding me

 

He took me up to “Dirt Bomb Hill”

We played with clods of soil

He led us to the old oak tree

Where squirrels often toil

 

Some days rounding the last bend

Un-pocket chosen stones

Racing, kicking them along

While beneath lay silent bones

 

The yard was always peace to me

Until sweet Caroline

Baptized in holy water

Drank communion wine

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A Not-So-Stuffy Christmas Song

Is it just me, or do some Christmas songs just feel stuffy? We’ve heard them all our lives droned on by robed choruses with droll expressions. The words become stale in our mouths and don’t have the same punch (rum or otherwise.)

There are the fun ones of course, but they are usually about snow or Santa and not actually birthday songs. If you think about it, that’s what Christmas carols are really.

A few days ago, I went to this big Christmas shindig where we listened to carols and sang along to a few. The one that sticks in my mind is one I considered to be stuffy. The tune sounds natural with an organ (which there’s nothing wrong with organs, and sometimes it’s just the right thing, but it can also feel a bit stuffy if you know what I mean.)

The song is “O Come all Ye Faithful.”

The title’s even got a “Ye.”

Looking at the words, however, I came to the conclusion that this birthday song is one of celebration, excitement, and hype! Words like triumphant, exaltation, and adore jump out and say exactly what they mean.

Triumphant: having won the battle!

Exaltation: a feeling of elation or jubilation (e.i. SUPER HAPPY!)

Adore: to love and respect someone deeply.

This is a song to be sung with a big, sappy smile at the top of our lungs with arms outstretched! It’s a victory cheer. A birthday song.

Sometimes I like to rearrange old, familiar words to make them new and alive again in my imagination. When I do this to songs, they usually don’t rhyme anymore or go to a tune, but I see the original more vibrantly for it.

What follows is my ode to the birthday song “O Come All Ye Faithful.”

Come

Faithful ones

We who are joyful

In our triumph!

Come to the place

Of our new king.

He is the monarch of the angels

They adore Him.

We will too.

Oh, sing, Angels

In exultation

Of the glory we now see.

Show that you adore Him.

We will sing with you.

Good morning, Jesus

We have long awaited

Your coming, dear king.

Happy vivacious woman celebrating the snow

I Found A Poem

In the recesses of my documents saved on my laptop, I discovered this bit of writing. It doesn’t have a title, but if it did, it just might be called “Sorrow.”
I’m not sharing this poem now because I am feeling particularly sorrowful, I just thought it actually sounded kind of nice.

It’s not every day you come across old writing that’s not horrible!

Well, maybe my poetry class next semester will be the true judge of that….

 

Sometimes

Time doesn’t heal

Open wounds

Scaled over

By scars

Delicate

To the touch

Of words

~

Numbness

From the pain

Fogs

The brain

Unsettles

Nerves

Nervous

To feel again

~

Though empty

Full of memory

Of times

Words

Glistening eyes

No amount

Of silence

Can disguise

~

We exist on

Dreams

Of past time

Of how we

Pass time

We carry on

Baggage

For our journey

~

We will never

Be the same

You and I

We will never

Cease to cry

Inside

But smile

Teary eyed

At the ones

We have left

To love

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(Photo by my wonderful brother Ben Haws)

Fall Semester Philosophy

Questions, questions, tell me why

Every day I see the sky.

Sometimes pink, most times blue,

But she won’t tell me what to do.

Rain, rain, never far,

Tell me of the sun, my star.

Does he know the hour when

I won’t be seeing him again?

Flower, flower, while you’re here

Sing to me a song I’ll hear

Through the night while I don’t sleep

Flower, tell me, will you speak?

Mirror, mirror, in the night

Who am I without the light?

When darkness creeps hard and cold

Tell me, will my soul grow old?

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Did I say that?

Some things you just don’t expect will ever come out of your mouth.

Like someone else’s hair, bitter ocean water, or a clump of grass, but mostly we don’t expect certain combinations of words to come out.

“Don’t pour milk on your head.”

“Stop licking the table.”

“We don’t play ‘bathroom’ outside.”

“We don’t eat books at nap time or ever.”

“Everybody has arm hair.”

“Did you color this other kid’s arm?”

“Stop clogging the sink with paper towels to make it overflow into the floor.”

This, of course, is not an exhaustive list. I’m sure other strange things have issued from my mouth that I have since forgotten.

What inspired all theses words?

One word:

Preschoolers.

I love them all dearly, and I can’t believe it’s been six months now that I have worked as a preschool teacher. Every day is a roller coaster of adventure full of tears, screams, hugs, and giggles. Often I come home exhausted, but I always come home with stories.

I leave you with one last word:

Joy.