Sticky Fingers
September 6, 2007

Just a cute poem that i found:

Sticky Fingers

On the wall and on the floor, round the windows and the door, marks that tell without a doubt that sticky fingers are about.
Round the place the toddlers sway, leaving traces all the way.
And house-proud mothers near to tears struggle to efface the smears, wiping vainly as they go paint that used to gleam and glow.
But though a lot of pains she’ll take cleaning up the marks they make, a mother’s heart loves every one.
She knows how quickly time must run.
Too soon the little hands will grow; too soon the golden years will go.
But when the finger-marks have gone, the memories will linger on.
Author: Patience Strong