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Title: Not every mess is bad

by Hannah from Wiltshire | in writing, poetry

There used to be so many of my fingerprints to see
On furniture and walls and things from sticky grubby me,
But if you stop and wait a while you'll see I'm growing fast
Those tiny handprints disappear, you can't bring back the past
So keep a small reminder, to save not wipe away
Of tiny hands and how they looked, to make you smile someday

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My baby brother is forever throwing his food around..a typical baby thing to do really. But this one day I found three handprints by him. One in the sand box, one made out of mud on the kitchen window and one of paint on a huge clean canvess my older sister was using for A Levels. they all looked so perfect I had to wipe them all away as they were considered 'a mess' but the one on canvess I kept and wrote the poem underneath.

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