Five Days Out of Seven

Five Days Out of Seven


Five days out of seven, I spend my days at school;
from nine to five I really try to obey all of the rules.
I’ve been coming here since I was young, just a little baby;
but now I’m grown and must move on, taking all you’ve taught me.
From circle time to sharing time and every time in between,
I’ve grown so much, I’ve learned so much, from everything I’ve seen.
From crawling and walking to penmanship and math;
you’ve shown me right from wrong and kept me on my path.

Five days out of seven, I report to class each day;
Hoping after class is over, we’ll have some time to play.
You taught me how to write my name and one plus one is two.
You never made me feel that you had better things to do.
There may have been days that I didn’t listen, when I was out of line;
you took the time to make sure that my punishment fit the crime.
The lessons that I’ve learned here will guide me through my days,
you’ve helped me become a better person in, oh, so many ways.

Five days out of seven, you’ve watched me learn and grow,
you are to thank for teaching me half of what I know.
I know that I will miss Justice Juniors and my friends here.
I will cherish every memory, every moment so dear.
My teachers here are more than that, they’re more like family,
so, thank you for everything, Miss Monica and Miss Niki.
And though my days at school with you are filled with so much fun;
it’s with a heavy heart I say, “kindergarten, here I come!”
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This is the poem that I wrote to present and read to the teachers at my little boy's preschool graduation on Thursday. I'm sure I'll be a blubbering mess, but I think I can get through it. I cannot believe my baby is going off to kindergarten.