There is 3 kinds of peoms listed here:
Daycare Provider Poems
The Childcare Provider
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, and help them grow and learn, I understand their language, and 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 we will have to part, But I know each child I've cared for Is forever in my heart!
~author unknown
Provider who lived in a shoe
There was a provider who lived in a shoe but being professional, she knew just what to do. She made best use of the space she could spare, and set up her home for family childcare. She registered with the state, called USDA, Checked in with her R&R the very next day. She knew she would need help in her situation; the answer was joining a provider association. She took CPR and First Aid Classes too, and brushed up on all the things kids like to do. She advertised, interviewed, contracted, and then She counted the kids carefully--no more than ten. She fed them good foods and recorded it too, She potty-trained Jake; helped Mark tie his shoe. Collected art items and made a new batch of clay and cut out cute pictures for a new theme's display. She diapered, she bandaged, and she wiped every nose. She comforted Tim when Sue stepped on his toes. She cooked and she washed, scrubbing floors, scraping glue She recorded attendance; did her bookkeeping, too. She wrote parents notes home 'bout the kids in her care, Anecdotes and concerns that they'd want to share. She read to the children while they sit in her lap and she sang to them softly when they started to nap. She called a provider who was feeling depressed, She spoon-fed the baby, then got him redressed. She picked up and dusted when they went out the door, She updated records, picked up toys and mopped the floor. She started the laundry, checked the mail, made a list of the groceries she needed and the chores that she'd missed. She collapsed in a chair and put up her feet, then in came her family wanting something to eat. She fed them all quickly, heard their stories, gave them hugs, Then she rapidly washed up all the dished and mugs. As the family retired at the end of the day She got out some books to study for her CDA. She reflects on her day, in her eye there's a gleam, for this provider is developing pride and esteem. She works a long day and the pay isn't fair, but the kids that she works with get quality care. Their parent's commute to their work sites each day, Concerns about childcare aren't in their way. They are free to produce at a marvelous rate, which benefits business all over the state. If you live in a big house or even a shoe, Great is the work a provider can do. Be proud, stand up tall, wear a smile on your face, you are helping tomorrow be a much better place.
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 S ITTER because I never get to SIT!
~author unknown
Touching The Future
I don't wear power suits, make speeches, or drive a fancy sports car. I've never talked on a car phone, made a big sale, or been elected to the Senate. I don't "do lunch", have a big impressive office or carry a beeper. I spend my days wiping away tears, giving hugs, and serving chicken nuggets. A good day is when I go through a whole day without a temper tantrum, bite mark or a toilet training accident. My "office" is a room full of brightly colored toys and laughing children. You may not think that what I do is very important and you may even whisper behind my back "What a waste of a good mind." But I know better. I make a difference because I'm changing the world one child at a time. Everyday I'm getting the once in a lifetime chance to touch the future. I'm proud to say "I'm a child care provider".
HandPrint Poems
Sometimes
Sometimes you get discouraged Because I am so small And I always leave my fingerprints on furniture and walls. But every day I'm growing- I'll be grown up someday And all those tiny handprints Will surely fade away. So here's a final handprint Just so you can recall Exactly how my fingers looked When I was very small.
~author uknown
Tiny Handprints
Tiny handprints grow so fast Their awkward groping soon will clasp A ball, a book, a sweetheart's hand A diploma, briefcase, wedding band. Tiny handprints grow so strong It doesn't take them very long To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw To labor hard, to drive a car. Tiny handprints grow to be A person that is quite unique A wonderful mix of so many things With his own feelings, thoughts and dreams. Tiny handprints grow to rely On his parents to bring him up just right His parents pray that when he's grown He'll say their job has been well done. Tiny handprints are ours to love The sweetest gift from God above A miracle that never is surpassed How sad they grow up way to fast.
~author unknown
Dirty Hands
My dirty little hand print I've left on every wall And on the drawers and table tops I've really marked them all But here is one that won't rub off I'm giving it to you Because I'm so thankful for a mother just like you.
~author unknown
Growing Fast
I miss you when we're not together I'm growing up so fast See how big I've gotten Since you saw me last? As I grow, I'll change a lot, The years will fly right by. You'll wonder how I grew so quick When and where and why? So look upon this hand print plaque That's hanging on your wall. And memories will come back of me, When I was very small
~author unknown
Growing up Fast
Children have a certain way of growing bigger every day, But these little hands and this special smile will stay in our hearts a long, long while.
Little Hands
These little hands can wave Hello Or put smudges on the wall They can fold in prayer, throw a kiss Or reach up so very tall They'll clasp your hand for a little stroll Or shape a ball from clay But most of all, they'll stay with you When I'm grown up and far away
Tiny Handprints
Tiny handprints grow so fast Their awkward groping soon will clasp A ball, a book a sweetheart's hand A diploma, briefcase, a wedding band Tiny handprints grow so strong It doesn't take them very long To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw To work hard , to drive a car Tiny handprints grow to be A person that is quite unique A wonderful mix of so many things With his own feelings, thought and dreams Tiny handprints grow to rely On his parents to bring him up just right His parents pray that when he's grown He'll say their job has been well done Tiny handprints are ours to love The sweetest gift from God above A miracle that never is surpassed How sad they grow up way to fast -
Finger Prints
You always clean the fingerprints I leave upon the wall. I seem to make a mess of things Because I am so small. The years will pass so quickly I'll soon be grown like you And all my little fingerprints Will surely fade from view. So here's a special handprint A memory that's true. So you'll recall the very day I made this just for you!
Tiny #1
Here is my hand So tiny, so small to hang somewhere upon your wall.
Tiny #2
This is the hand You used to hold When I was only __ years old.
One for Daddy
I made this perfect gift to share with you today, It is one of a kind, and very unique, yet it changes everyday. It can hold on tight and wave good-bye, it can even say hello, It is a part of me that will grow to be, like Daddy's when I am old. I give to you my Hanprint it is baked forever in clay, It's my way of saying "I love you", on your special day!
Foot Prints
"Walk a little slower Mommy," said a child so small. I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall. Sometimes your steps are very fast, Sometimes they're hard to see, So walk a little slower, Mommy, For, you are leading me. Someday when I'm all grownup, You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So, walk a little slower, Mommy, For I Must Follow You.
Pitter Patter
The pitter patter of little feet Leave behind something dear and sweet A precious treasure for me to keep The memories of your little feet.
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