This is my hand. My hand will do A 1000 loving things with you And you will remember When I am tall… That once my hand Was just this small.
Children have a certain way of growing bigger every day, But these little hands and this special smile will stay in our hearts a long, long while.
My Handprints My dirty little handprint I’ve left on every wall And on the drawers and tabletops I’ve really marked them all But here is one that won’t rub off I’m giving it to you Because I am so thankful For a (mother/father/gran) just like you!
Footprint Poem The pitter patter of little feet Leave behind something dear and sweet A precious treasure for me to keep The memories of your little feet.
My Hands These little hands can wave Hello Or put smudges on the wall They can fold in prayer, throw a kiss Or reach up so very tall They’ll clasp your hand for a little stroll Or shape a ball from clay But most of all, they’ll stay with you When I’m grown up and…
I miss you when we’re not together I’m growing up so fast. See how big I’ve gotten, Since you saw me last? As I grow, I’ll change a lot, The years will fly right by. You’ll wonder how I grew so quick, When and where and why? So look upon this handprint (these handprints) That’s…