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Hand Prints On The Wall
One day as I was picking up
the toys off the floor
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I'd seen most every day
but this time when I saw it
there I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes
I knew it wouldn't last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted
all those things that seem so small
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small hand print on the wall.
Barb Pagel
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