Fingerprints
By Antje Hill

Fingerprints, smudges all over the place!
I'll leave them for a day or so.
What did I say? What's come over me?
I've seen times they'd just have to go.

A few years back, not very long ago,
I'd hastily wipe off little prints.
I wanted things clean, had to make it shine.
Back then, that made perfect sense.

Her Dad's fingerprints no longer grace our home.
He grew up, the way  it's meant to be.
Little do they know, as they wipe away prints,
Someday they will think just like me.

Savannah's prints look quite nice on our door.
As I look my mind runs wild.
Will she be a doctor, a lawyer, a mom?
Whatever, she will do it with style!

As my mind settles down, I come back to the present.
The thought of this child makes me smile.
For now, I'll leave those prints just where she placed them.
I want them to last for a while.

 

Personal note:  This poem was written as I watched Savannah leave our home,
knowing I would not see her again for many months. She lives far away.

Another note:  The things we feel are important change as we grow older.