Poems For Baby Or Child Footprints And Handprints

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small,
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I’m growing,
I’ll be all grown up someday,
And all these tiny handprints
Will simply fade away.
So here’s a special handprint
Just so you can recall,
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
girl handprints with paint

This is to remind you
When I have grown so tall,
That once I was quite little
And my hands were very small.

Mother’s Day Handprints
My dirty little handprint
I’ve left on every wall
And on the drawers and tabletops
I’ve really marked them all
But here is one that won’t rub off
I’m giving it to you
Because I am so thankful
For a mother just like you!

My Handprints
My little hands play patty-cake
they peek-a-boo and wave…
They catch me while I learn to walk
and splash me as I bathe.

My little hands reach up to you
for hugs before I sleep…
And fold together when I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
but yours will serve to guide me…
And when I’m grown I’ll still reach out
and know you’re right beside me.

Sticky hands and fingers,
Marks left on the wall,
Doors left swinging open,
Muddy footprints in the hall.

Children leave their traces,
Never thinking twice
That Mom and Dad must clean up
With bleach and paint and ice.

It’s often cause for heartache
When Mom’s left with the task,
But sons and daughters sometimes
Just forget to ask.

But how we miss those clean-ups
When the hallways clear,
And we’re left with only mem’ries
Of the sticky handprints dear.

‘Cause kids don’t just leave handprints,
You realize through your tears —
They’re handprints on the heart, Mom,
And they don’t disappear.
–by Kathy Dix

Today, upon my garden walk,
Where fresh cement was laid,
You pressed your little heels and toes
And barefoot prints were made.

Beside this funny pair of feet,
With small and sturdy hand,
You wrote your own initials as
You write them in the sand.

Though you’ll be growing up, my dear,
And leaving me someday,
These little footprints on the walk
Will never run away.

I’ll keep them here forever, in
This special place, apart,
Just like the little footprints you
Have left upon my heart.
— by Kathy Dix

My Handprints
My gift you see,
Is part of me,
That I want to share with you.

So when I’m old,
ou won’t need to be told,
Of the days when I was two.

Tiny Handprints
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart’s hand
A diploma, briefcase, wedding band.

Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn’t take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To labor hard, to drive a car.

Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his/her own feelings,
thoughts and dreams…
–By Meredith Harris

When I am Big
When I’m big you won’t remember
the mud I tracked on stairs.
Instead I hope that you will hear
my laugh that eased your cares.
The smudges that I leave on walls
will someday fade away.
But the memories of my first steps
will be cherished every day.
As for these two handprints,
someday you will be glad
we took some time to make a mess
that didn’t make you mad.

Pittypat and Tippytoe
All day long they come and go —
Pittypat and Tippytoe;
Footprints up and down the hall,
Playthings scattered on the floor,
Fingerprints along the wall
Telltale smudges on the door —
By these presents you shall know
Pittypat and Tippytoe…
On the floor and down the hall,
Rudely smudged upon each wall,
There is proof of every kind,
Of the havoc they did wreak,
And upon my heart you’d find
Just such trademarks, if you seek;
Oh, how glad I am it’s so,
Pittypat and Tippytoe!
–Eugene Field

For a long time there were only your footprints and laughter in our dreams, and even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever.
–Brian Andreas

Tell me, what is half so sweet
As a baby’s tiny feet,
Pink and dainty as can be,
Like a coral from the sea?
Talk of jewels strung in rows,
Gaze upon those little toes,
Fairer than a diadem,
With the mother kissing them!

It is morning and she lies
Uttering her happy cries,
While her little hands reach out
For the feet that fly about.
Then I go to her and blow
Laughter out of every toe;
Hold her high and let her place
Tiny footprints on my face.

Little feet that do not know
Where the winding roadways go,
Little feet that never tire,
Feel the stones or trudge the mire,
Still too pink and still too small
To do anything but crawl,
Thinking all their wanderings fair,
Filled with wonders everywhere.
Little feet, so rich with charm,
May you never come to harm.

As I bend and proudly blow
Laughter out of every toe,
This pray, that God above
Shall protect you with His love,
And shall guide those little feet
Safely down life’s broader street.
–Edgar Guest, 1924

A baby’s feet, like sea-shells pink
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angel’s lips to kiss, we think,
A baby’s feet.
–by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)

My Footprints
Someday I’ll jump through puddles,
take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I’ll walk across the street
or maybe walk in space.
Someday I’ll scale a mountain
or I’ll join a ballet corps.
Someday I’ll walk a tightrope
or explore the ocean floor.
Someday these feet will do some things
that only heaven knows,
but for today they’re happy
just to wiggle all their toes.

Two little feet, ten little toes
Leave their impressions today.
Soon they will wear two little shoes
And be running & jumping at play.
Two little feet, too little time
Before they are walking to school. . .
Kicking a rock or skipping a rope
Wading a puddle or jumping in a pool.
Two little feet, one little child
Will soon go their own way,
But footprints in my mind recall
They stood here yesterday.
NOTE: If you were searching for the “Footprints in the Sand” poem and came across this page, here’s what you were looking for:
Footprints In the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”
–Mary Stevenson

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