Mom has a poem on her living room wall with all of our handprints on it. This picture captured the memory of making it and then seeing it hanging there, year after year. It's not really of a handprint, but I love it just the same.The poem goes like this:
My Handprints
Sometimes I might upset you
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But everyday I grow a bit
And soon I'll be so tall
That all those little fingerprints
Will be so hard to recall.
So here's a special handprint
Just so that you can say
This is how my fingers looked
When I placed them here today.
Blessed be.
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