Finger Panting

There are always so many of my fingerprints to see,

On the furniture and walls from sticky, grubby me,

But if you stop and think a while,

You'll see I'm growing fast,

Those little hand prints will disappear,

You can't bring back the past.

So here's a small reminder,

To keep and not throw away,

Of how those tiny hands once looked,

To make you smile one day.