This poem, depicting a mother as the first teacher of her child, was written, amongst several other rhymes, for the Pre-Kindergarten books published by Edify, while working as their Chief Academic Officer (CAO). The readers may find it appropriate in the context of the article on ECCE.
Every morning my mother wakes up anew
I smell the morning coffee brew
I hear her sing, “Of all the work I do
Know what gives me the greatest joy
It is my baby my lovely boy.”
She gives me a bath every day
That’s the time, together we play
The game of knowing ‘you and me’
When my tiny hands sway
Wading through the water splashing a spray
On her face sending a chill
Elating her I know to the utmost thrill
She holds my tiny hands, strokes them as though a precious gem
And mouths the word ‘hand’ for me to hear and lisp
Implanting on the upturned palm a gentle kiss
I know it sends her million thrills and infinite bliss
Every moment she handles me and cuddles me
We play the game of knowing ‘you and me’
One by one, one by one, one a day, two a day
I know my eyes, nose and all my body part(s)
Mixed with mother’s love and become smart
A ritual that both of us enjoy
Playing together whenever free
The game of knowing ‘you and me’
Very apt for the start of reading the post.It kindles the joy of reading at first instance.