Miracle of the Beginning Reader


    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