My handprint
Here is my handprint
Five fingers in all,
Outside they are short,
But the middle is tall.
You will find them on the windows,
You will find them on the wall,
They will 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 this is one now,
That you can't wipe away,
So that's my presant for you,
This mother's day.
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