The little kindergarten miss, <br />Source of all my joy and bliss, <br />Every evening in the window <br />Waits and watches just for me; <br />Waits and watches for her daddy, <br />And I see her waving paddie <br />As I hurry, hurry homeward <br />In the twilight joyfully. <br />Then when I have snatched a kiss <br />That sweet kindergarten miss <br />Cries: 'Now, daddy, come and see it, <br />Come and see what I have made! <br />Here's a picture frame for you, <br />Made of paper, white and blue!' <br />And I look upon her labors <br />Half exulting, half afraid. <br /> <br />Oh, you kindergarten miss, <br />You have made far more than this, <br />You have made my heart beat faster <br />Than it ever beat before; <br />As your little work you 're showing, <br />You have set my eyes to glowing, <br />And my tears will start up flowing <br />In another minute more. <br />Though this picture frame of blue <br />Doesn't now mean much to you, <br />Little kindergarten lassie, <br />It's a treasure rare to me! <br />And those fingers that have made it, <br />On my heart have also laid it, <br />And your face is in the center <br />For the god of love to see.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kindergarten-miss/
