Found a few more...

First Day of Kindergarten (Author unknown--from www.hummingbirded.com/teachers.html)
Every one has a "first day"
when they feel sad and all alone,
It can be so scary
when you're out on your own.
And I know that a "first day"
can be full doubts and fears,
But they're full of new beginnings.
Take my hankie, dry your tears.

You'll find lots of things to do
and you'll probably make new friends.
I promise we'll be together
when the school day ends.

Here comes the teacher
blow your nose and be brave.
Come on now and wipe your eyes,
this is no way to behave.

Well good morning teacher.
We really must beg your pardon.
No, MOMMY doesn't always act this way,
But it's my first day of ...KINDERGARTEN!


The First Day of School
Author Unknown--from www.christithomas.com/j030828.html

I took her to school and her eager blue eyes
Held something of fearfulness too.
I wanted to hold her up close to my heart
But I left her. What else could I do?
I told her I'd meet her quite promptly at noon
And deliberately hurried away.
For if she had whispered, "I want to go home!"
My heart would have filled with dismay.
But she steadied her lip and I managed a smile
And somehow the moment passed by.
For she had grown older, my dear little girl,
In that moment and also had I.
Oh, God bless the children, as they shall begin
Learning reading and writing and rule.
And God help the parents who learn lessons too
On the little ones' first day of school!

First Day of Kindergarten
By Jerri Jones--from www.breastfeeding.com/poetry/kindergarten.html

You're too young to send out in the world
It's OK mama, I'm a big girl!
You want the others to think your cool
A new backpack, I'm ready for school!
When I think about letting you go
The tears well up it can't be so
It was only yesterday that I gave birth to you. Just a few minutes more it seems and you were turning two. I've tried to savor every moment of your precious life
Then the next thing that I know
Happy Birthday! You are five
Today's the day I must be brave
Lord help me to do this I pray
Daddy comes along to hold my hand
You know that he is your biggest fan
Now it's time to say goodbye
You're so excited you didn't cry
Then we rush back to the car
I'm doing really good so far
Now we've left you I begin to sob
Don't worry he says we've done a good job
Because of this she'll be OK
Please don't ruin her special day

Serendipity, I love The Beanstalk poem. We are having a BooHoo Breakfast next week, and I think I'll print it up as a bookmark for all the new moms. Of course, they will all be crying even harder so I may have to rethink that. [img]redface.gif[/img]

You mentioned a web site where you were finding them? Can you send me that link? I create a weekly newsletter, and I'm looking for poems, jokes, volunteer poems, etc. Any sites you know of for that as well?

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These are tied to the top of a balloon replace the name with the name of the student
For boys-
DEREKS FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

Look Mommy and Daddy! Look at me!
I’m a big girl now ready to fly… can you see!
I’m learning to count and say my ABC’s…
Look Mommy and Daddy, aren’t you proud of me!

But hold on tight to the string, ‘cause you know
Although I’m growing I still need you, you know
To hear about my day, and cuddle next to me
As I tell you my tales of Kindergarten, you see.

I’m making new friends and learning each day
And with each step, I’m up, up and away!
But never to far for you to hold onto me
Because I love you Mommy and Daddy…won’t you fly with me?

For a girl-

SARAS FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

Look Mommy and Daddy! Look at me!
I’m a big girl now ready to fly… can you see!
I’m learning to count and say my ABC’s…
Look Mommy and Daddy, aren’t you proud of me!

But hold on tight to the string, ‘cause you know
Although I’m growing I still need you, you know
To hear about my day, and cuddle next to me
As I tell you my tales of Kindergarten, you see.

I’m making new friends and learning each day
And with each step, I’m up, up and away!
But never to far for you to hold onto me
Because I love you Mommy and Daddy…won’t you fly with me?

(written by Tami Cummings)

lol...I know I was crying as I found them. I actually searched the web for them as I thought it was a good idea. I am leaning towards the Kindergarten parable "Thoughts at the Bottom of the Beanstalk" Allthough it has it's tearjerking points I find something uplifting about it. Maybe because the Mom is strong at the end

Serendipity, you are killing me!! I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face as I read your poems. Thanks for some really great poems to use!! I don't know if these will make the parents feel better or worse! LOL!! Thanks again!

Here is one more. This one is more of a story then a poem.

A Kindergarten Parable
Author unknown

or....

"Thoughts at the Bottom of the Beanstalk"

Once upon a time there was a little boy named Jack who was about to climb his very first beanstalk. He had a fresh haircut and a brand-new book bag. Even though his friends in the neighborhood had climbed this same beanstalk almost every day last year, this was Jack's first day and he was a little nervous. So was his mother.

Early in the morning she brought him to the foot of the beanstalk. She talked encouragingly to Jack about all the fun he would have that day and how nice his giant would be. She reassured him that she would be back to pick him up at the end of the day.

For a moment they stood together, silently holding hands, gazing up at the beanstalk. To Jack it seemed much bigger than it had when his mother had pointed it out on the way to the store last week. His mother thought it looked big, too. She swallowed. Maybe she should have held Jack out a year...

Jack's mother straightened his shirt one last time, patted his shoulder and smiled down at him. She promised to stay and wave while he started climbing. Jack didn't say a word.

He walked forward, grabbed a low-growing stem and slowly pulled himself up to the first leaf. He balanced there for a moment and then climbed more eagerly to the second leaf, then to the third and soon he had vanished into a high tangle of leaves and stems with never a backward glance at his mother.

She stood alone at the bottom of the beanstalk, gazing up at the spot where Jack had disappeared. There was no rustle, no movement, no sound to indicate that he was anywhere inside.

"Sometimes," she thought, "it's harder to be the one who waves good-bye than it is to be the one who climbs the beanstalk." She wondered how Jack would do. Would he miss her? How would he behave? Did his giant understand that little boys sometimes acted silly when they felt unsure?

She fought down an urge to spring up the stalk after Jack and maybe duck behind a bean to take a peek at how he was doing. "I'd better not. What if he saw me?" She knew Jack was really old enough to handle this on his own. She reminded herself that, after all this was thought to be an excellent beanstalk and that everyone said his giant was not only kind but had outstanding qualifications.

"It's not so much that I'm worried about him," she thought, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's just that he's growing up and I'm going to miss him."

Jack's mother turned to leave. "Jack's going to have lots of bigger beanstalks to climb in his life," she told herself. "Today's the day he starts practicing for them... And today's the day I start practicing something too: cheering him on and waving good-bye."