Lego's and play dough and
beads with strings
Art pencils, markers
and other neat things
Books all lined in
neat little rows
Calenders and checklist
with all of our goals
Desks and pencils
and shelves, and books
notebooks, crayons
and little storage nooks
Chalkboards with chalk,
and whiteboards all hung
Now all that's left is
to get this thing done
So out goes the warning
school's about to get started
You'd think that I'd asked
That the Read Sea be parted
"Oh must we, I'm tired,
It can't really be time"
A wail and some tears,
a collective whine
Dragging and kicking like
slaves to the block
I pull and I plead
keeping eyes on the clock
Prayer and instruction
has finally begun
Given assignments to each
special little one
So why do I do this
when there's another way
Because at the end
I see blessings each day.
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