Poem Keepsakes

Removable Keepsakes
(C) Mary Nida Smith

Our grandson comes and goes
He leaves us memories galore
Friends may think we are dirty
We don't believe this dirt's hurting
I wipe them off as I go
In my heart it leaves its toil
Thank God for little fingers
That print memories that linger
On windows as he watches cars go by
On the refrigerator door he closed, when told
On closet mirrors, as he adored
MR. T on his pj's on sleepless nights
He filled my days with joy between visits
Thank you grandson for your art prints
even if you thought you were careful.