FINGERPRINTS
We see them everywhere those pesky things,
On windows, doors and cabinets, they bring
To us cleaning and a lot of hard work to do,
They never seem to go our whole life through.
Now I was thinking while dusting the other day,
Trying to wash and wipe all the fingerprints away,
If we could leave heart prints of love in the same way,
Everyone we met blessed, but those prints ever stay.
A little act of kindness, a word of comfort said,
A friendly wave of the hand, a hungry family fed,
Little heart prints left behind that may not ever fade,
Something small, like stopping someone being afraid.
I hope I can leave a heart print every day I live
Of myself, just a small amount always give,
Lend a hand of helpfulness, always want to care
And those little heart prints will be left there.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 September 2004