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Nursery Haikus
A selection of poems inspired by children I worked with throughout my time as a Nursery Practitioner.
Circle Time
If I had one wish
I would become the person
that you see me as
Theo
Happiest outside
Stomping stars, building, making
creating your world.
Norah
Come back and see me
In your bright new uniform
and tell your stories
Pre-School Huxley
I remember when
Our mornings always began
With tears, then stories.
Baby Huxley
Tutu in my lap, sequins in your pockets shine but we shine brighter
Eadie
You take my hand like
I belong to you, and for
The next term I do.
Rudi
Your contagious smile
Made my darkest days brighter;
light reflected back.
Lily
I watch you make art
and remember how it feels
to see true beauty.
Maya
Strong as your namesake
excited by the world and
the people in it.
Esme
The world is waiting
for you to come and change it
like you changed mine.
Pearl
The moon and stars are
waiting for you to take aim
and echo through you.
Cataleya
If only you knew
The power of your laughter
My little treasure.
Career goals
Glorified Nanny?
Early Years Practitioner?
They love me the same.
Jade Wright
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 8:22 AM UTC
The panicked heart
Is pushing the shoulder,
pushing the elbow,
pushing that hinged down wrist,
In hopes that one swift motion
Will untangle the word ribbon
In neat short lines on yellowed paper
Those wings that scratch and claw inside the little cage
Bleeding the walls
Will break free to fly and feed.
But Monday mornings I take great care
The wrist is nailed tightly on the cross
All the pistons are jammed in just the right way
Come Friday night the ribbon won’t untangle
And the bird will give up, sometime.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
Error 404 not found
I don’t know what went wrong
There is no explanation
For why crazy came along
I installed some new software
I thought that was a smart plan
Try to fix the situation
That’s how my downfall began
Press any key no that won’t work
I need a really fast escape
May be control alt delete
Will sort out this mistake
I haven’t got a back up
What you see is what you get
So deal with the disaster
There will be no update yet
Time to make another plan
Once I work out what’s afoot
My system isn’t working
It needs a complete reboot
Think I will ask the help desk
My head has started to spin
Quick hit the return key
Then recovery can begin
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
dizzying drips in the espresso's wake
pool of foam on the counter's face
facade of daily blather
hiss of saucer's edge
rusty change scattered loose.
in this,
I find the mystery of human use.
what we're for
why we're there
the arm that pours
the lips that curve
the standing, tired legs that shout
"I serve."
"I did it." and
"I'm f****ing out."
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
He strides up to my desk, beaming
like I'm the winning lotto
ticket he wants to rub off in his truck--
"Well, aren't you as cute as a button."
Puke creeps up my throat while
his creased eyes clearly try to
conjure the image of my naked
**** I thought I cleverly disguised
by a collared grandma blouse.
"Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?"
Heart racing from the effort to keep
my mouth shut and my cheeks
pale, I see other people
whisper, widen their eyes
at his use of "cutie" and "dearest"
while he winks repeatedly--
apparently a Morse code for
I'd-do-you-baby.
I practically feel the slime
slipping down my outsides,
but I give him a smile.
-because I have to-
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC