A year filled with gifts

January brought us a family home
February then stripping, painting and groans
March was the start of the bathroom disaster
April's DIY went a little bit faster
May meant SATs and a horror show gone wrong
June- rehearsals of Joseph's danced and songs
July said goodbye and good luck to year six
August colours were blue and white getting ready for our little light!
September blessed us with Dylan, the best gift
October- filled with nappies and endless nights
November - Dylan slept through to our delight
Which brings us to December, came round way too fast
This year's plan to make 2018 last!
Hope you all had a wonderful, loving year
And Matt, Dylan and I wish you a 2018 full of cheer!

Twas the Friday before SATs

Twas the Friday before SATs, when all through the school

Not a cheer could be heard, just a muffle from the hall

The pencils were sharpened and laid out with care

In the hope that the cleaners would leave them there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of test papers danced in their heads

And Sir in his suit n tie and I in my dress

Just settled our brains for hopeful weekend rest

When a few rooms down, there arose a clatter

I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the classroom I flew like a flash,

There was my TA throwing posters in the trash

The words on the wall, written with such care

Gave away too many clues if the children should stare

Now all my walls, bare and white

Were a ghastly reminder, an awful sight

Monday morning bought the S. A. Ts

The children crying with nervous pleas

One standardised test for all to see

Like testing a fish by asking him to climb a tree

But soon it will pass and the fog will lift

And teachers can use their precious gift

Teaching through games and life and fun

So bring it on government tests- we're almost done! 

Why We Remember

Written as a model for my class...yup that's right I am now officially a year 6 teacher. I am hoping, now I am in a new routine and settled I can start writing again. I have missed posting. Anyways, this poem is for a Remembrance Sunday English lesson. 

Why We remember

Gnawing hunger inside my gut

Metal as cold as ice against my lips

Bland taste to ease the pain

Rations don’t go far these days

Spikes like devil horns, keeping us safe?

Mud crawls and creeps into my boots

Winter bites at my face

These trenches are a cage

Lying letters take themselves to safety

Tears escape my eyes and burn my cheeks

Feeling as lonely as a prisoner

But I am surrounded by others

Thunderous explosions rumble in the trench

Bullets rain down like hail over our heads

Fighting like beasts, falling like men

This is war, this is why we remember.

By L Warnock

No introduction needed...

Mood is up

Wait to drop

Life is good

Will it stop?

Having faith

Keeping hope

Trust myself

I can cope

No more hurt

Can't be true

I am happy...

Without you. 

Teacher's Fun

I saw this picture on Facebook and it made me think about the time I've spent working with children and the way it impacts the rest of my life. To me, having fun and living life is so much more important than grades and achievement. Those things come with time and experience, none of which can be gained without happiness. It''s a shame that some children I have met don't share this view, and at such young ages are only concerned about their attainment. I wrote this quickly, but was happy with the outcome, I hope you enjoy :)

Teacher's Fun

Run, jump, scream and shout,
Spinning around the roundabout.
Clapping hands, squeaks of joy.
Playing tea parties with every toy!
Paints and glitter, spread the glue,
See what else there is to do!
Reading stories, so much fun,
The robot book is my best one.
Hands move round the ticking clock,
Then suddenly it's time to stop.
Greet the parents at the door.
Teaching fun is what I'm here for!

This is a very short poem written a while back, I found it in my diary when reading through old entries. 

Bruised

They'll ask what happened to me that day
One slip back, that's what I'll say
Smiles and hugs with gentle words
They don't believe what they just heard.

Red Art...

A different style of poem to normal, someone asked if my poems all had the same rhythm to them and I realised the majority did! So I thought I would try something new; Quite dark for my first poem in a few months, enjoy!



Shh now
Need sleep
More drink
Dreams creep
Night time
Dark thoughts
Day time
face taught
Sharp blade
Cold heart
Pain made
Red Art
Words hurt
Hurt heals
Dumb girl
Blood spills