Title: Not every mess is bad
by Hannah from Wiltshire | in writing, poetry
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 wait a while you'll see I'm growing fast
Those tiny handprints disappear, you can't bring back the past
So keep a small reminder, to save not wipe away
Of tiny hands and how they looked, to make you smile someday
My baby brother is forever throwing his food around..a typical baby thing to do really. But this one day I found three handprints by him. One in the sand box, one made out of mud on the kitchen window and one of paint on a huge clean canvess my older sister was using for A Levels. they all looked so perfect I had to wipe them all away as they were considered 'a mess' but the one on canvess I kept and wrote the poem underneath.
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