Found a Poem with no Title

Well while I was cleaning up my bedroom I found this (see below)

Basically to sum this picture up, It was a picture that was made in my old infant school back in Gloustershire (those who don't know, I used to live there until 1997 when I moved to where I am currently, in Birmingham). Embarrassingly enough, the hand-prints you see here are my hand-prints from when I was maybe about 5/6 years old. I remember this picture was going to be done faintly, the only memory I have of this was when I was in infact school, a teacher held my hands and placed them into a bucket of red paint and I was then told to press them on a white piece of paper. I actually don't know how my prints went from a white blank piece of paper to this photo you see right here (see above).

As you can see, there's some writing on the picture and I can say that it is a poem. Sadly I don't think this wonderful poem has been written by me as I was too young to make such a beautiful creation. Unfortunantly this poem does not have a title although if I was to choose, I would call this either 'Little Fingers' or 'Karma'.

To finish this blog off, I'll show you the poem in written form since the poem you see on the photo (see above) is very blurry, It's a gorgeous poem so please take the time AND take your time to read this.

'The Poem with no Title (Little Fingers or Karma) by Unknown


There used to be so many
Of my fingerprints to see
On furniture and walls and things
From sticky, grubby me.


But if you stop and think awhile,
You'll see I'm growing fast.
These little fingers disappear,
You can't bring back what's passed.


So here's a small reminder
To keep, not wipe away.
Of little hands and how they looked,
To make you smile someday.