Monday, September 2, 2013

Handprints on the Wall

I’ve cleaned these walls before
In a different house
Twenty years ago
when you were young
cheesy handprints on the wall
sticky imprints of your life
Your own DNA embodied
 in the small boy
Who races through my house now
with joyful abandon.

I get the spray bottle and the cloth
And as I wipe I smile
At this connecting thread.


~kathie adams brown (8-26-13)

4 comments:

  1. You have a real knack for taking the pulse of common experience. Even though I've not had my own kids, I can still relate to this. Lovely.

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    1. Kat, I am glad you could still enjoy this poem!

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