I wrote this a few years ago when my grandsons were ages 2 and 4
Fingerprints
“I see them in the morning
I see them there at night
And when I wash them off
They reappear in any bright light
They’re on my fine piano
They’re on my china shelves
You see, they make me smile and laugh
They’re placed by two little elves
Each time they come to see us
Their voices harken joy
‘Grandma, grandpa here we are,
Your two little boys!’
Ages two and four
They beckon in their constant moves
First here then there
Their little fingers leaving clues…
Clues to childhood flying by
Clues to moments here, then gone
So let’s enjoy their presence
Their visits are a special chorus
In life’s ongoing song!”
Diane Findlen Garrow 2005
This poem reminds me that life is quite short and sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most.
deedeewisdom 
I heard someone say recently that what can be counted doesn’t count and what counts can’t be counted. Another way of saying that the things we think matter so much (money, status, material things) are not that important in the end, but what really counts (family, love, spirituality) is immeasurable.
Great poem!
By: Dan Power on January 31, 2011
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