Apple for The Teacher
Kindergartners are like a fresh apple, newly fallen from a tree;
The very first step toward independence;
From the loving nurturing of a family;
An apple left unattended will become rotten, like a child.
An apple peeled and uneaten will surely turn brown.
An apple only polished, left on the shelf to itself;
Like a child, begins to wither and often rebels.
Bruised apples like a bruised child can fester with disease;
A worm inside bitter and lonely;
Underneath its skin, all tucked away is a delight to many
Who care, to pick, peel or cut away,
Layers of skin
Revealing the gifts, and resources within
Cider, to quench our thirst; Apple pie, a pleasant dessert;
Applesauce enhancing the taste of a fine meal;
An apple, sliced or diced, eaten from nature just peeled.
However, awkward and unsure they appear;
each kindergartner bears within,
Many unique and different qualities neatly concealed;
Needing nurturing and love; marching through your door.
Apple... for the Teacher; Yet, “A diamond in the rough”
By Judy Hayes(1988)
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