Sticky fingers....

There used to be so many
Of my finger prints to see
On furniture and walls and things
From a sticky, grubby me.

But if you stop and think awhile
You'll see I'm growing fast
These tiny hands will disappear
You can't bring back the past.

So here's a small reminder
To keep, not wipe away
Of tiny hands and how they looked
To make you smile someday.

Here is one of the walls at my work where we have actually allowed the kids to paint on the wall in an attempt to brighten the place up!

At work it does have everyones names and age underneath but have edited them out for this blip!