Children

There used to be so many

Of my finger-prints to see

On furniture and walls and things

From sticky, grubby me.

 

But if you stop and think awhile

You’ll see I’m growing fast,

These little hand-prints disappear

You can’t bring back what’s passed.

 

So here’s a small reminder

To keep – not throw away,

Of tiny hands and how they look

To make you smile one day.

I read a poem at Naomi’s blog yesterday which reminded me of this one. Becky made a calendar at Pre school which had this poem, her hand prints and a photograph. I’ve used the idea for a craft activity at Mums and Toddlers with a verse of Scripture on the calendar too.

Time with our children is precious and limited, so often I don’t appreciate the present.