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hERE ARE SOME REALLY CUTE POEMS.. YOU CAN PUT THESE WITH A PICTURE OF YOUR LITTLE ONE ON A MAGNET OR SOMETHING FOR YOUR HUSBAND TO HAVE.. WITH HER OR HIS FINGERPRINTS.. OR HANDPRING.. GOOD LUCK.. HAVE FUN.
Handprints
Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small,
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I’m growing,
I’ll be all grown up someday,
And all these tiny handprints
Will simply fade away.
So here’s a special handprint
Just so you can recall,
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
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Handprints
This is to remind you
When I have grown so tall,
That once I was quite little
And my hands were very small.
Mother’s Day Handprints
My dirty little handprint
I’ve left on every wall
And on the drawers and tabletops
I’ve really marked them all
But here is one that won’t rub off
I’m giving it to you
Because I am so thankful
For a mother just like you!
My Handprints
My little hands play patty-cake
they peek-a-boo and wave…
They catch me while I learn to walk
and splash me as I bathe.
My little hands reach up to you
for hugs before I sleep…
And fold together when I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
but yours will serve to guide me…
And when I’m grown I’ll still reach out
and know you’re right beside me.
–unknown
Handprints
Sticky hands and fingers,
Marks left on the wall,
Doors left swinging open,
Muddy footprints in the hall.
Children leave their traces,
Never thinking twice
That Mom and Dad must clean up
With bleach and paint and ice.
It’s often cause for heartache
When Mom’s left with the task,
But sons and daughters sometimes
Just forget to ask.
But how we miss those clean-ups
When the hallways clear,
And we’re left with only mem’ries
Of the sticky handprints dear.
‘Cause kids don’t just leave handprints,
You realize through your tears –
They’re handprints on the heart, Mom,
And they don’t disappear.
–by Kathy Dix
Footprints
Today, upon my garden walk,
Where fresh cement was laid,
You pressed your little heels and toes
And barefoot prints were made.
Beside this funny pair of feet,
With small and sturdy hand,
You wrote your own initials as
You write them in the sand.
Though you’ll be growing up, my dear,
And leaving me someday,
These little footprints on the walk
Will never run away.
I’ll keep them here forever, in
This special place, apart,
Just like the little footprints you
Have left upon my heart.
– by Kathy Dix
My Handprints
My gift you see,
Is part of me,
That I want to share with you.
So when I’m old,
ou won’t need to be told,
Of the days when I was two.
Tiny Handprints
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart’s hand
A diploma, briefcase, wedding band.
Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn’t take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To labor hard, to drive a car.
Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his/her own feelings,
thoughts and dreams…
–By Meredith Harris
When I am Big
When I’m big you won’t remember
the mud I tracked on stairs.
Instead I hope that you will hear
my laugh that eased your cares.
The smudges that I leave on walls
will someday fade away.
But the memories of my first steps
will be cherished every day.
As for these two handprints,
someday you will be glad
we took some time to make a mess
that didn’t make you mad.
