Saturday 16th July
“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 think awhile
You’ll see I’m growing fast
Those little handprints disappear
You can’t bring back what’s passed.
So here’s a small reminder
To keep not wipe away
Of tiny hands and how they looked
To make you smile someday.”
We came across this framed collage of you and your brothers’ handprints today, along with your photographs.
It did make me smile, wistfully, as I remembered the pair of you, when you were small. You were nearly three years old, and your brother almost one.
Your hands were quite slender, but your brother’s handprint was quite chubby.
You and your brother, and handprints
So long ago, such innocent times, with many memories still to make.
Love you to the moon and back.
Dearest Angel son
xxxxxx
A panoramic view of the harbour this afternoon
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Amazing how photographs and events of yesterday tend to take on added intensity – sometimes. Have a good week-end. Hugs! ❤
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Thank you for your well wishes.
Have a good weekend too.
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Lovely memories… and yes, smiles! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Very sweet memories! Happy weekend to you my friend! 🙂
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Thank you.
Hope your weekend is a good one too.
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The collage of photos and little handprints is a wonderful way of keeping precious memories alive. The poem as part of it is lovely, too.
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Many thanks for your lovely comments.
Very much appreciated.
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How precious.
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Thank you.
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