When the Kindergarten teacher
Needed help with story time,
I quickly said I’d come and read
A tale told in rhyme.
When the first grade needed cupcakes
For their Valentine’s Day fete,
I baked six dozen toothsome treats
No dentist could forget.
The second graders needed drinks
To serve on Field Day;
So out I brought five coolers full
To wash their thirst away.
The time the third grade farm trip
Was short a chaperone,
I spent the day ‘midst sheep and goats
and smelled like it, once home.
The fourth grade had a haunted house
And sought some spooks to scare,
So guess who dressed in tattered rags
And worked her zombie stare?
And when the fifth grade studied
Ancient Aztec lands and lore,
A giant painted pyramid
Obscured my kitchen floor.
For sixth grade, when the silent auction
Needed slews of signs,
Of course the hand that flew
To offer services was mine.
At times I’ve reconsidered
When reaching for the pen;
I’ve done my share, it’s only fair
To take a break – but then…
My youngest still has grades to go;
And so for seven years —
Who’ll sign the sheets to bring in treats?
Of course: I volunteer.
©2011 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz