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Difference a year makes...
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Poems Standing in front of the class on your first day,
heart thumping away in your chest.
Assuring yourself they’ll all like you,
”Just go out there and do your best”.
A hand shoots up at the back,
The body attached jiggling up and down,
itching to remind you it’s time for milk and a snack.
When they’ve washed their hands and picked up the paint,
You survey the carpet, a nice shade of primary colours,
like you’re going to faint.
But skimmed knees soon become a breeze,
and you sing nursery rhymes.
They like story time outside under the trees.
And you deal with that one little monster,
the darling who’s determined to be a tyke.
You hear stories about the Tooth Fairy,
and about learning to ride a bike.
Finally your heart swells up with a tear,
Looking back thoughtfully “How did we get so far?”,
at the end of the year.
