Handprints On The Wall
One day as I was picking
The toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
On the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
That I'd seen most every day,
But this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn't last
For every mother knows
Her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
And held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
And rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
All those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small hand print on the wall
Author Unknown
1 comment:
You sure know how to make a Mama sad! I thought about this poem today as I was cleaning the handprints off of the patio doors!
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