Karen Honnor

(18/09/68)

Nursery Teacher


You welcomed me with friendly smile when I was only 3,
You took my hand and walked with me around the nursery,
You let me know that you would answer if I should need to call,
You reassured, encouraged me, watched that I didn’t fall,
You saw me grow in confidence and joined in with my play,
You talked to me about my world and heard what I had to say,
You helped me build first friendships, to take turns and learn to share,
You showed me the importance of trying to be fair,
You laughed with me and shared my joy and joined me in a smile,
You comforted and listened if I was sad for a while,
You taught many of life’s lessons amongst the paint and dough,
You are my nursery teacher and I do thank you so.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 06, 2011

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