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Today it really dawned on me
At what took place today
The little fingerprints I saw
From my little ones at play.
I became somewhat upset
As I looked through smudgy glass
I wondered was it necessary
To touch each thing they pass?
Each time they come to visit me
My heart just swells with pride
But when they left to go back home
T’was then I sat and cried.
I wiped off all the fingerprints
They left while they were here
I thought it most important
To make them disappear.
Now that my house is clean again
No fingerprints left behind
I realize what I truly miss
How could I be so blind?
Those fingerprints are memories
Of a child so innocent and pure
I’ll always leave one unwashed
From now on, you can be sure.
Our little ones grow up so fast
Right before our eyes
Lets savour every moment
For we all know how time flies.
So when they come to visit you
With sticky hands held out
Just take time to remember
What little children are all about.
Oh, I see a fingerprint
One I must have missed
But you can bet I’ll leave it there
And seal it with my kiss!
~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
© Copyright 2001 - 2009
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Footnote from Norma Kearton:
After finding this beautiful poem on the Web, I contacted Ruth Ann
immediately to ask for her permission to reproduce it for 'Reach for the Sky'. She agreed
wholeheartedly and I now acknowledge her kindness with my most grateful
thanks.
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