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Waiting

6 Sep

anticipating

alarm shockingly ringing

school year beginning

Mrs. V

Transitions

28 Jan

How do you transition?

Do you scream?  Do you yell?

Do you stomp off and cry?

Do you do what you’re told and don’t ask why?

Do you even try?

Do you come when you’re called?  Or do you hide?

Do you say something snide?

Do you keep it all bottled up inside?

Are  you helpful?  Are you thoughtful?

Are you mean or quite possibly awful?

Are you mad?  Are you sad?

Or does this all make you glad?

Are you bad?

Do you stop and think?  Or stare and blink?

Or is your excitement just on the brink?

Do you smile? 

Or do you frown for a while?

Do you cross your arms and glare with style?

Do you anticipate what’s coming up?

Or maybe you just want to give up?

Do you kick?  Do you hit?

Do you throw a fit?

Do you sit?

It’s a hard job as you can see,

To conduct the Preschool Transitioning Melody.

Mrs. V

Peaking out over my sunglasses

18 Aug

Hmmm…

It seems that summer is coming to an end.

However, I’ve made a brand new friend.

His smiling face brings me joy,

Since he reminds me of little girls and boys.

May I introduce to you my Little Mouse?

This year my classroom will be his house.

littlemouse

My theme for this year is The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry and The Big Hungry Bear by Don and Audrey Wood. 

Isn’t he adorable?

Mrs. V

Zero to Size 8

26 Mar

their feet tippy toe

from babe, tot, child, tween to teen

pitter-patter, STOMP!

 Mrs. V

Cat puke in my shoe

2 Feb

shoes[1]At the beginning of last week, my cat George hurled in a shoe that is from my current favorite pair. Not on, not next too, but actually in my shoe.  He’s always had a bit of a shoe fetish, and it’s my own fault for leaving it on the rug in the foyer, but he’s never done that before.   Hairballs are gross, but hairballs in my shoes are completely disgusting.

The rest of my week went downhill from there.  I won’t go into the gory details, it was just one of those weeks that I’d rather not dwell on.

The week ended well though, because  I’ve discovered the healing effects of Pilate’s and aqua-massage.  I’m going to like this health club membership thing. 

This week has started without any barfing in my shoes, since George has thankfully confined his gifts to other areas of the house.  I’m hoping this is an indication that life might return to normal.

My shoes will be fine.  Thank goodness. 

Mrs. V

cat puke in my shoe

humorous life annoyance

present unwanted