My handprint
Here is my handprint,
Five fingers and all,
Outside they are short,
but the middle is tall.
You'll find them on windows,
You can find them on the wall,
They make a big mess,
For something so small.
One day I will grow,
and leave them no more.
My handprints will be missed,
Of that, I am sure.
So here is one now,
That you can't wipe away
My present to you,
This Mother's Day.
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