Saturday, September 19, 2009

Poem

Ten tiny little fingers that always want to play,
that never stop exploring the wonder of today.
Ten tiny little fingers that from the very start,
will reach out for tomorrow yet always hold your heart.

~ Author Unknown

2 comments:

Natasha said...

So beautiful, I have tears in my eyes - but don't tell anybody! ;)

Blanky4me.com said...

What a sweet poem!