Supervisor
Poem about being a supervisor at the school of my daughters.
Watch the kids to play with their friends
Little and big, they all get along together
Running, cycling and jumping in the air
Supervisor mother watching those humans
Children ask you to press the bell button
Walking across the schoolyard again
Solving little problems of those children
Fighting, yelling, and more to count
Talk to the other supervisors to solve things
One day it is easy, one day more to handle
Nowadays, children want more and more
Stuff they don't need to play with
Again, and again, and again
Being surrounded by children
Makes me the happiest on earth
About the Creator
Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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