Itsy Bitsy Spider

I would not trade my office space... for anything.  Sure it means that I can*t see most people in the morning.  Small, occasionally loud, voices, perhaps a small meltdown, is not conducive to many people*s therapy office comfort level.  Still... I would not trade my office space... for anything.

The strains

Of Itsy Bitsy Spider

Followed by

This Little Light of Mine

And ended with

Jesus Loves Me

Remind me of the whole

Kit and kaboodle

In the voices of small children.

I sit in the aftermath

Of adult trials and tribulations.

Again the children sing

As they do every day

After lunch

Before they go home

With their particular adult.

I imagine the children hum

Itsy Bitsy Spider

This Little Light of Mine

Jesus Loves Me

To their particular adult companion

In the midst of trials

And tribulations.

I imagine their hum

Reminds the adult

Of child time

Just as it reminds me