When the Celinettes were little I used to take them to playgroup where they had lots of fun producing 'artwork' etc.
Much of the artwork I pinned up on the garage walls, and most is still there, but one piece has to be kept hidden away as it makes me greet every time I read it.
It's a sheet of paper with a photocopied poem glued on and lots of their handprints on it.
The poem reads -
There's always so many of my fingerprints to see,
On furniture and walls and things from sticky, grubby me,
But if you stop and think a while,
You'll see I'm growing fast,
Those tiny handprints disappear,
You can't bring back what's past.
So here's a small reminder,
To keep not throw away,
Of tiny hands and how they looked,
To make you smile one day.
Except it doesn't make me smile. I couldn't even type that without