Cindi Bear Daycare
My favorite poems
A
Tribute to Caregivers
by
Dori Rossmann
There
is no job more important than yours,
no job anywhere else in the land.
You are the keepers of the future;
you hold the smallest of hands.
Into
your care you are trusted
to nurture and care for the young,
and for all of your everyday heroics,
your talents and skills go unsung.
You
wipe tears from the eyes of the injured.
You rock babies brand new in your arms.
You encourage the shy and unsure child.
You make sure they are safe from all harm.
You
foster the bonds of friendships,
letting no child go away mad.
You respect and you honor their emotions.
You give hugs to each child when they're sad.
You
have more impact than does a professor,
a child's mind is molded by four;
so whatever you lay on the table
is whatever that child will explore.
Give
each child the tools for adventure,
let them be artists and writers and more;
let them fly in the wind and dance on the stars
and build castles of sand on the shore.
It
is true that you don't make much money
and you don't get a whole lot of praise,
but when one small child says, "I love you,"
you're reminded of how this job pays.
FOREVER
IN MY HEART
Although I'm not their mother
I care for them each day.
I cuddle, sing and read to them
and watch them as they play.
I see each new accomplishment,
I help them grow and learn.
I understand their language.
I listen with concern.
They come to me for comfort,
and I kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to me,
I give the loudest cheers!
No, I am not their mother,
But my role is just as strong.
I nurture them and keep them safe,
though maybe not for long.
I know someday the time may come
when I will have to part,
but I know each child I cared for
is forever in my heart!
author unknown
A
CHILD CARE PROVIDER
A willing partner for working moms,
She comforts, pampers, soothes, and calms.
With all the love she has to share,
She's great to have when Mommy can't be there.
She loves to rock a fussy child,
Corrects the one who gets too wild.
She hears her share of tearful pleas,
And comforts those with skinned up knees.
With little children she plays games of peek,
For bigger ones it's hide and seek.
She is an expert at each game,
But somehow loses just the same.
She helps them learn the alphabet,
And gives them hugs when they're upset.
She gently tucks them in their beds,
With dreamland tales for sleepyheads.
She is a true and trusted friend,
Who helps them learn and play pretend.
Although she's paid, it's plain to see,
She serves them with a love that's free.
Author
Unknown
Ode to Day Care
Little children come to me
for hugs and books and such
I care for all their simple needs and I also fix them lunch.
I pick up toys, I mop their spills and often dry their tears.
I change their diapers, settle fights, and kiss away their tears
I tie their shoes, I button coats and push them on the swing.
I really love these kids you see but there is just one more thing
Call me Mom or Aunt or Florence, and those names just might fit.
But please don't call me SITTER because I never get to SIT!
~author unknown
A Touch of Love
You were six months old and full of fun,
With the blink of an eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head, and you turned two.
At two you were very dependent on me.
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore.
But when I lit the candles there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived.
Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and for rules;
This is the year that you go to school.
The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast, its hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
And you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing you cap and graduation gown.
So, I'm holding to these moment as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.
Anonymous
My Hands Were Busy
My
hands were busy through the day,
I didnt have much time to play
the little games you asked me to:
I didnt have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
and ask me, please, to share your fun,
I'd say, "a little later Son"
I'd tuck you in safe at night,
And hear your paryers, turn out the light,
then tiptoe softly to the door....
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, and years RUSH past,
a little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side...
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
there are no childrens games to play,
No goodnite kiss, no prayers to hear.
THAT all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now lie still
the days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do..............
THE LITTLE THINGS YOU ASKED ME TO!!!!!!
Author Unknown
