The Miracle of the Beginning Reader

I wiggle and I jiggle

And I rock upon my chair.

I wiggle my loose tooth,

And I twirl a strand of hair.

I chew on several fingers

And I sometimes suck my thumb.

I tap the reading table

Like I’d play upon a drum.

I kick my foot with rhythm,

Lose the place where I should look.

I rub my nose and clear my throat,

And sometimes drop my book.

I look outside the window

And I look down at the floor.

I pay very close attention

When someone’s at the door.

I close my eyes and rest my head;

My teacher’s heart must bleed.

But in spite of all this

I’m learning how to read.

By: Jane Miller