Guest Writer: Chizu Ogbonna
TODDLER STEPS ARE BOLD STEPS. (A teacher's account of the first few weeks of a learner at preschool)
Some days,you came thrashing and wailing,
Other days you'd come smiling and waving,
Those shades were fickle,
They reminded me to cackle,
When you waved 'goodbye' with a chuckle.
To ease your 'loss', I doled out smiles,
To pacify your 'tears', I wrapped you in hugs,
Your moods were fickle,
They reminded me to cackle,
When you held a friend and shared a 'chuckle'.
You only sang, moulded, played and sorted
Your folks saw toddler steps, their care
relieved.
I saw definite bold steps and care started.
I saw a genius,
A bright light,
To shine for us,
Especially at night.
Chizu Ogbonna (c) 2013
TODDLER STEPS ARE BOLD STEPS. (A teacher's account of the first few weeks of a learner at preschool)
Some days,you came thrashing and wailing,
Other days you'd come smiling and waving,
Those shades were fickle,
They reminded me to cackle,
When you waved 'goodbye' with a chuckle.
To ease your 'loss', I doled out smiles,
To pacify your 'tears', I wrapped you in hugs,
Your moods were fickle,
They reminded me to cackle,
When you held a friend and shared a 'chuckle'.
You only sang, moulded, played and sorted
Your folks saw toddler steps, their care
relieved.
I saw definite bold steps and care started.
I saw a genius,
A bright light,
To shine for us,
Especially at night.
Chizu Ogbonna (c) 2013
