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In the Beginning


(poems go here) A little nervous, that’s what I was The day I walked through those doors Not sure of what I’d be met with Not sure it would be something id enjoy Warm smiles of joy and thankfulness met me at the stairs And many, “Welcome, we’re so glad you’re here” to be shared Warm little hands pulling me closer Always asking my name Smiles all around and the endless question, “Can I switch?” Homework help, play time games, buying from the store Whichever it may be, soon followed a chore Circle time, prayers, and lost and found Were things that I found Hugs goodbye and come again soon are things I was to begin looking forward to.
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