My mommy

You always clean the handprints
I leave upon the wall
I seem to make a mess of things
Because I am very small

The years will pass so quickly
Then I'll be grown like you
And all the little handprints
Will surely fade from view

So here are special handprints....
That you can't wipe away

My present for you
This mother's day
A memory that is true
So you,ll recall the very special day
I made it just for you

- kavya smit srivastava