Mommy, You Always Clean the Handprints
Mommy, you always clean the handprints,From walls, from doors, from chair backs.Tiny palms pressed in secret glee,Ghosts of laughter, wild and free.In your swipe, the colors blend,Soft as whispers, love’s amend.But never gone, those prints remain,In the corners of your smile, unstained.Every wipe, a stroke of care,Every smudge, a breath we share.Mommy, in each cleaned-up…