
The Importance of Memories
There's an old handprint still left on the wall,
From a time when I was really small,
At the time you weren't pleased with me,
As I splatted my chocolate gleefully.
You wiped it, scrubbed it, but the outline stayed,
A permanent homage to my messy ways.
You painted the walls a few years on,
But the handprint stain persisted on.
'It's the grease from the chocolate', I heard you say,
As you traced the outline of my hand one day.
That tiny hand seemed like a lifetime ago,
As you'd watch that same hand slowly grow.
That print had remained there, a stubborn stain,
Despite attempts to remove it again and again.
Yet, you suddenly saw it in a different way.
A hark back to a time of innocent play.
You realised that print, for all it's grime,
Reminded you of a wonderful time.
And suddenly that stain wasn't a dirty mark,
It was a very precious work of art!
You write brilliant poems Lucy as always and this one is so sweet.
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