HAND PRINTS ON THE WALL

HAND PRINTS 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

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