Hand Print on the Wall

One day as I was picking the toys up off the floor,I noticed a small hand print on the wall beside the door.I knew that it was something that I'd seen most every day,but this time when I saw it there, I wanted it to stay.

Then tears welled up inside my eyes, I knew it wouldn't last,for every mother knows her children grow up way too fast.Just then I put my chores aside and held my children tight.I sang to them sweet lullabies and rocked into the night.

Sometimes we take for granted, all those things that seem so small.Like one of God's great treasures.... A small hand print on the wall.