“so much goodness”
I watch her persevere
arduously spelling word
after word after word.
long after five-year-old peers
have left the floor and moved on.
she pauses at the scissor box
digs for a minute,
then turns to show me her treasure
“I choose red,” she says,
“because that’s my sister’s favorite color
and I love my sister.”
later I watch again.
most children are at centers.
some manipulate magnetic letters.
others build puzzles. some color.
she does not go to centers.
instead she cuts inch-sized
squares for a phonics activity.
she trims edges precisely.
her scissors move slowly.
finally, teacher announces recess.
“will you please cut the last three
while I glue?” she begs.
“I just want to play outside
for a little while.”
Today I am bent over
yet another endless phonics worksheet
helping one of my little guys
copy sixteen three syllable words.
I feel a head resting on my back
and I peek out of the corner of my eye.
"I just love you," she says.
"I just love you."
and I wonder what I ever did to deserve
so much goodness....
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2022