MIND WARP

HAPPY MOTHER´S DAY

Song:Open the eyes of my heart

Open the eyes of my heart

CHORUS

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord

Open the eyes of my heart

I want to see You

I want to see You(bis)

To see You high and lifted up

Shinin' in the light of Your glory

Pour out Your power and love

As we sing holy, holy, holy

(Chorus)

To see You high and lifted up

Shinin' in the light of Your glory

Pour out Your power and love

As we sing holy, holy, holy

(Repeat two more times)

Holy, holy, holy

We cry holy, holy, holy

You are holy, holy, holy

I want to see you

Holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy

You are holy, holy, holy

I want to see you

Holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy

Holy, holy, holy,

I want to see you

(Repeat five more times)

Poem: First Day at School

First Day At School

It´s hard to explain, the way I feel;

A place unknown but is so real!

A soft voice welcomes me to the place,

I look up to see a lady´s smiling face.

I am led to a table that is covered with shapes,

A young girl my age says. Hi I am Grace,

I am three, but soon will be four.

I am a big girl and not afraid anymore.

Days go on and I encounter many new experiences and friends,

I feel like I´m on a roller coaster, which never seems to end.

I forever trying new things and learning everyday.

And the best thing is I having fun while I play!

Today I wrote my name for the very first time,

My teacher hugs me and gives the most gracious smile.

I feel full of pride; confident I can do anything if I try.

If you come to Kindy you are sure to find inside,

Happy smiles from children that continually shine!

By Julie Mc Millan

WELCOME DEAR GIRLS!

My first day at school was unforgettable. I was so excited that I didn’t sleep the night before. My clothes were laid out for me, my snack packed, my backpack loaded with paper and colored pencils, everything was new.

My mother accompanied me to school on the first day. Other parents accompanied their children as well. We all waited in front of the school premises. Soon a teacher came and led us to some classrooms. There we were put into three separate classes. This was when some children began to cry as the parents were not allowed into the classrooms. I did not cry because I had been to kindergarten before. Actually my mother went home soon after for she knew I would be all right.

One of my classmates came running up and asked my name. When I entered the classroom my teacher told me to sit in the first bench.

It was an enjoyable time for me as I got to know my new classmates. The teacher was very busy writing down our particulars so we had plenty of time to ourselves.

Meantime some children continued to sob while their parents looked in anxiously through the windows.

Soon recess came. Some of us headed for the school canteen while the rest headed for their parents. I bought a drink with the money my mother gave me. Getting to know my new friends had made me thirsty.

After recess we went back to our classroom and my new friends and I managed to talk two girls to stop crying, soon we were laughing and playing together. Once in a while the teacher had to tell us to keep quiet as we were making too much noise.

I was actually quite jealous in seeing some of my classmate who came with both of their parents. How I wish my dad was with me too that day.

I still cry easily when I think of my dad, but I treasure the memories and thank the Lord everyday for allowing me to spend the time that I had with him even for a short time.

My dad passed unexpectedly a few years ago, it was devastating. There were so many conversations yet to be made. So many questions that would forever go unanswered.

He was a special person. I will never forget his wonderful voice, his laughter and his positive attitude.

My father was a prideful man, but not like most would think of it. He was proud of the achievements of my mother; he was proud of the achievements of other members of his family; he was proud of the accomplishments of his friends, no matter how close they were to him.

Everything in my father's life centered around caring about others. My dad always listed the order of things he cared about and why he cared about it, and this was just the way it was with him.

First on the list was my mother, the love of his life. He always told me that he knew my mother longer than he knew me, therefore my mother was at the top of the list. I was second, and in our dynamic family I didn't mind being second on the list.

Finally the bell rang for us to go home. Some of us were very relieved to be reunited with our parents. I too was glad to see my mother waiting for me at the school gate. I had made many friends. It had been a wonderful first day at school.

I really missed my dad, especially seeing a father walk with his daughter down the street going to school.

By: Miss Mónica Medina

Song:The Blood of Jesus