Wednesday 2nd November
I found a handprint of yours today
With colourful paint you loved to play
Preserved in time forever it will stay
A memory of yours to be put on display.
Little hands that held mine so tight
Tiny fingers exploring with delight
Picking up a pencil learning to write
Turning pages many stories to excite.
Those hands would hold the horse’s rein
Guiding the animal down the lane
Through the fields, over muddy terrain
And then safely back in the stable again.
I miss those hands reaching out to me
My little poppet, such a sweet pea
Holding tightly on to a life carefree
Beyond the clouds you’re flying free.
Love you my Angel
Forever and always.
xxxxxx
Your tiny hands (from primary school in Australia 1991)
A panorama of the harbour
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
This is so touching. I know you cherish those little hand-prints.
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Thank you; and yes, finding those handprints today was quite lovely.
I will always cherish them.
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Very moving.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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Thank you.
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Thank you for a great and popular blog
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Most kind of you to say so.
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Great words. So touching! You sound like you were and are a devoted Mum. There is nothing quite like a mother’s love.
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Thank you so much for your kind and caring thoughts.
Very much appreciated.
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The handprints ❤. What a wonderful find.
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Thank you.
It was really special to find those tiny painted hands.
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So touching! Thank you for following my blog.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure!💖
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It’s so touching me.Those little hands,such sweet memories to a mother ‘s heart.
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Very many thanks for your thoughtful words.
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Beautiful xoxo
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Thank you Lynn.
xx
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