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Old 01-09-2007, 09:05 PM   #62
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More handprint poems!

This Is My Hand
Author Unknown.

This is my hand
So tiny and small.
For you to hang
Upon the wall.

So you can watch
As the years go by
How we grow
My hand and I.
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My Hands
Frances Mayer.

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.

But everyday I'm growing --
I'll be grown up someday
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.

So here's a final handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
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One Tiny Hand
Author Unknown.

One tiny hand to guide and hold,
One tiny life to shape and mold,
Each child, a gift from God above,
A symbol of His strength and love.
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Children's Hands
By Marjorie Holmes

Children's Hands . . .
First they are by tiny tendrils, gripping your finger, brushing at your breast . . .
Next they are plump and dimpled, getting into things so that you must say, "No, No!" continually. Or, "Mustn't touch, naughty hands," . . .
Then, still small and grubby, they are clutching crayons, scribbling. Or groping awkwardly with pencils, learning to print their names . . .
Then soon, so soon, they are lengthening -- catching baseballs, swinging ropes for jumping, playing jacks . . .
And a little longer still, anxiously struggling to tie a necktie for a party, or applying a first excited touch of lipstick . . .
And now, longer and stronger yet, they are being fitted for class rings, adjusting the unfamiliar robes and tasseled hats for Commencement, reaching out to take diplomas from older, surer hands . . .
And after that outstretched so eagerly and confidently for engagement rings, and wedding rings, and jobs . . .
And then, completed, they take up the new, the just beginning, with wonder and pride. Lifting her own child, the new mother marvels, "Isn't he beautiful? Just look at those tiny hands!"
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A mother holds her children's hands for awhile . . . their hearts forever.
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Where Does Mom Keep Her Memories.
By Norma Round.

Where does Mom keep her memories?
In a box worn beyond repair,
Tucked inside are memories.
Ask and she will gladly share.

Tattered valentines "To Mommy with Love",
Papers boasting Good Work, Well Done,
A handprint small and fragile,
Blue ribbons proudly won.

Macaroni shells that once formed a flower,
A baby picture smudged with kisses,
The first tooth the Fairy spared,
Cards of IOU's and loving wishes.

Where does Mom keep her memories?
In a box this precious cargo rests
Reminiscent of days long past,
This box of love is her treasure chest.
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