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One day as I was
picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it
was something
that I'd seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears
welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn't last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put
my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we
take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small hand print on the wall.
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