Sometimes I might upset you
Just because I am small
By leaving fingerprints of mine
On a table, chair, or wall.
And I'll be big one day
When all my tiny fingerprints
Have long been cleaned away
So keep these prints of my two hands
To help you recall
Just how big my fingers were
That time when I was small.
Pink paint covered face as proof that he was the artist.
Happy Mother's Day.
1 comment:
handprints of our children are always precious. I also enjoied the poem thanks for shareing..
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