Remembering my Kids tiny hands
Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
I always leave my handprints
On the furniture and walls
But everyday I'm growing big
And soon I'll be very tall
Then all my little handprints
Will be so hard to recall
So here's a special gift
Just so that you can say
This is how my hands looked
When I placed them here today
-Poem courtesy pinterest
6 comments:
Such a precious photo. Beautiful post.:)
Thank u Emily...:-)
Yeah.. I am also remembering Saketh's hands and I am feeling that its a photograph taken to Sahiti's hands now.. :)
Really precious pics...
Sensitively written poem about miracle I admire. I would love to share your poem with my friends, who are Non-Bloggers by post. Personally children never cease to teach me and inspire. I also wrote a couple of poems and a metafiction on little Rhea on my poetry blog- BEEHIVE IN GONDWANA.
@ Archetypes,
Sorry,I haven't written this poem..I donno how to write poetry..Anyways thanks for the comment..:-)
Pls do share your poems..:-)
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