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For my niece and nephews

For my niece and nephews

With this poem though:  There used to be so many of my fingerprints to see. On furniture, on walls and things from sticky little me! But if you stop and think a while, you see I’m growing fast, Those fingerprints will disappear. You can’t bring back what’s past. So here’s a small reminder, to keep not wipe away, Of tiny fingers, how they were, to make you smile someday!

With this poem though: There used to be so many of my fingerprints to see. On furniture, on walls and things from sticky little me! But if you stop and think a while, you see I’m growing fast, Those fingerprints will disappear. You can’t bring back what’s past. So here’s a small reminder, to keep not wipe away, Of tiny fingers, how they were, to make you smile someday!

birthday traditions that I want to replicate: more at the site  our favorite "birthday eve" poem:    When I have said my evening prayer,  And my clothes are folded on the chair,  And mother switches off the light,  I'll still be ___ years old tonight.    But from the very break of day,  Before the children rise and play,  Before the darkness turns to gold,  Tomorrow, I'll be ___ years old.    ___ kisses when I wake,  ___ candles on my cake.*

birthday traditions that I want to replicate: more at the site our favorite "birthday eve" poem: When I have said my evening prayer, And my clothes are folded on the chair, And mother switches off the light, I'll still be ___ years old tonight. But from the very break of day, Before the children rise and play, Before the darkness turns to gold, Tomorrow, I'll be ___ years old. ___ kisses when I wake, ___ candles on my cake.*

The night before a child’s birthday, a special poem is recited as the child is tucked into bed. It is a sweet poem honoring the last night that the child will be that age.    When I have said my evening prayer,  & my clothes are folded on the chair,  &  mother switches off the light,  I'll still be ___ years old tonight.    But from the very break of day,  Before the children rise and play,  Before the darkness turns to gold,  Tomorrow, I'll be ___ years old.

The night before a child’s birthday, a special poem is recited as the child is tucked into bed. It is a sweet poem honoring the last night that the child will be that age. When I have said my evening prayer, & my clothes are folded on the chair, & mother switches off the light, I'll still be ___ years old tonight. But from the very break of day, Before the children rise and play, Before the darkness turns to gold, Tomorrow, I'll be ___ years old.

peanut butter and jelly ~ I have a poem about Peanut Butter and Jelly which is actually a play on the two of us.

peanut butter and jelly ~ I have a poem about Peanut Butter and Jelly which is actually a play on the two of us.

Don't need to do this this year but BRILLIANT idea - it's a jumbo cloth bookcover as a chair pocket!

Don't need to do this this year but BRILLIANT idea - it's a jumbo cloth bookcover as a chair pocket!

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