My DD's playschool made up little calendars for all the children to give their parents for Xmas.
It is a laminated sheet with her handprints in paint on, the poem with it reads:
MY LITTLE FINGERPRINTS
There used to be so many
of my fingerprints to see
on furniture and walls and
things from sticky, grubby me
But if you stop and think
awhile you'll see I'm
growing fast
those little hand prints
disappear you can't
bring back whats passed
So here's a small reminder
to keep, not wipe away
of tiny hands and how they looked
to make you smile some day
I am crying just typing this.
FB x