Little Fingers, Little Toes
Eleanor Powell
Little fingers, little toes
were in this home today.
Memories all came flooding back
of those I’d stored away.
Little giggles, little laughs
rippled all around.
Little steps upon the floor;
what a precious sound!
Little touches on the arm,
small touches on the cheek.
All of those “Don’t be in there!” places,
Little eyes would like a peek.
Little cries that filled the room;
small smudges of dirt,
Little tears that filled the eyes
when one’s finger gets hurt.
Little smiles that flowed across
the room into my heart.
Please, God, never let these memories
from my being part.
Little fingers, little toes
were in this home today.
Memories all came flooding back
of those I’d stored away.
Please God, hold these teardrops back
but, later, let them flow.
Thank you, God, for telling me
that Little Ones must grow.
Little messes, little spills
across the fresh-swept floor,
Dear God, let the stains stay there
on my heart ever more.
Little fingerprints upon the glass
that shine, oh, so bright,
Please keep them in my memory
far into the night.
Little fingers, little toes,
plant them in my heart,
Keep them in my memories,
let them never part.
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