It's been a while since I took up the challenge of writing poems based on the things I hear in the classroom, but as our year is coming to a close I have to slow down, pay attention and grab a few more bon-mots from the mouths of kindergarteners.
It just so happens that the two girls beginning with K in my class sit side by side at the moment. The other morning they came to me to untangle their backpacks. In the course of unpacking, in a way that you could never achieve even if you made it your day's work, the zipper tab of one backpack had hooked itself through the mesh pocket of the other. I separated the backpacks and we went to work trying to formulate Big Questions about The Little Red Hen. (My favorite this year was Indi's: "Why didn't the Little Red Hen get angry?")
That afternoon at packing-up time, the two K's came to me from the closet where their backpacks hang side-by-side. They held up their backpacks, again connected by zipper and pocket, and one K said, "We think our backpacks are in love!" The other K added, "Maybe it's because they both begin with K."
Gosh, I love kindergarteners!
Backpacks in Love
zip on over close to me--
I'll hold your heart capaciously
pop into my pocket
I'll never ever drop it
pack your hopes and dreams in me
I'll carry all you ever need
wear me out and wear me down
I'll always hang around
Heidi Mordhorst 2013