Alternative versions contributed by a viewers. Thanks Janice and Catherine!!
Sometimes I might upset you
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls.
But everyday I grow a bit
And soon I'll be so tall
That all those little fingerprints
Will be so hard to recall.
So here's a special handprint
Just so that you can say
This is how my fingers looked
When I placed them here today
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.
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 far away
But if you stop and think awhile
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book a sweetheart's hand
A diploma, briefcase, a wedding band
Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn't take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To work hard , to drive a car
Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his own feelings, thought and dreams
Tiny handprints grow to rely
On his parents to bring him up just right
His parents pray that when he's grown
He'll say their job has been well done
Tiny handprints are ours to love
The sweetest gift from God above
A miracle that never is surpassed
How sad they grow up way to fast -
|Handprint Poem Idea 1:
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.
|Handprint Poem Idea 2:
This is my hand.
|Handprint Poem Idea 3:
My dirty little fingerprints
|Handprint Poem Idea 4:
Sometimes you get discouraged
|Handprint Poem Idea 5:
|Handprint Poem Idea 6:
Here is my hand
|Handprint Poem Idea 7:
This is the hand
Thanks to Janet Miller for writing and sharing this poem!
I made this perfect gift to share with you today,
It can hold on tight and wave good-bye, it can even say hello,
I give to you my Hanprint it is baked forever in clay,
|Thanks to Melissa for sharing her footprint
poem with us: (Sept 26th)
Daddy, daddy I have made, Prints of my little feet.
I will grow and baby days will all be in the past,
|Thanks to Sharon for sharing her version with us:
Sharon wrote: "I did this with my middle school kids for their moms for Christmas! (next to last line for the boys is I've grown into a young man)"
You always cleaned the fingerprints
The years are passing quickly
So here is one last handprint
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