We were so good at learning all these words. Mrs Thieme and Mrs Mitchell were so proud of us!
Mum here is my little hand
It is for you for keeps
I made it for Mothers Day
to show I love you heaps!
I know my hand can be naughty
Leaves muddy prints on the wall.
Scatters the blocks all over my room
Drops biscuit crumbs down the hall.
It’s also the hand that smashes the vase
Sending the flowers hurling to the floor..
It’s the hand that lets go of the cricket bat
Straight though the window of next door!
But its the hand that paints you pictures
The hand that waves you goodbye
The hand that reaches out to you
When I feel I need a cry.
My little hand is also the one
That is learning to write
It’s the hand that snuggles into yours
The hand you hold so tight.
So mum take my little hand
Even if it’s mucky.
You’re my mum And I’m your kid.
Boy aren’t we just so lucky!
( T.Thieme )