Addie's Been Here

Walking up the stairs last week, with the sun coming in the windows just right, I happened upon this:



Kind of reminds me of the poems they attach to plaster of paris handprints they create in preschool. One like this:

My Handprints

Sometimes I might upset you
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls.

But everyday I grow a bit
And soon I'll be so tall
That all those little fingerprints
Will be so hard to recall.

So here's a special handprint
Just so that you can say
This is how my fingers looked
When I placed them here today

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Who needs plaster of paris when we have sticky little hands? They've been there for over a week. And I haven't had the heart to wipe them off. They make me smile, each time the sun comes in at the right angle, and I see them.