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Small Hand Print Holding Your Hand…

Today my first son moved out of the house,
Little I cared to clean his room ever.
But today looked into all his things,
A lot of memories were brought in.
His old notebooks and his first letter,
Signed with his hand print instead of his name.
With breaking heart the tears welled up in my eyes,
Nothing last forever in our life.
Kids grow up fast and go along in their life leaving all behind,
All left behind are bunch of beautiful memories,
And a small hand print now holding your hand…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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