Sticky fingers, runny noses,
Head, shoulders, knees and toes-es;
Shapes and colors, ABCs,
Taking turns and 123s.
Toothless smiles, hugs, and giggles,
Circle time and lots of wiggles;
Wooden blocks and dress-up clothes,
Learning how a flower grows.
Milk and cookies, first-time friend,
Thinking days like these won't end;
Preschool done before you know it,
No one sadder than this poet.
Like a butterfly, time has flown,
You have learned and you have grown;
Tiny chairs give way to desks,
Book reports and spelling tests.
So take off now, spread your wings,
Soar to new heights, learn new things;
Just remember as you do,
Someone's very proud of you.
My sweet Banks, I couldn't be prouder of you if I tried. On to our next adventure, buddy. Look out kindergarten, here we come!
With All My Heart,