I am going to sticky fingers
To thick, pudgy hands grasping thin pencils
Chubby, waxy crayons
whose colors range from brick red to cerulean.
I am going to brightly colored bulletin boards,
holiday cutouts, one-hundred and eighty days
long days, but not enough time.
I am going to nursery rhymes and sing-a-longs,
picture books and friendly characters.
To bookshelves overflowing with titles
and pages brimming with illustrations.
Captivating centers, irresistible opportunities
intriguing learning “games.”
I am going to carpet spots and “criss-cross applesauce.”
I am going to important partnerships
give and take
and endless possibilities.
To bold colored canvases.
I am going to true happiness,
to a belief in a better tomorrow,
and to the willingness to do what is need
to achieve the future.