POEM OF EXISTENCE
You Were Here.
Handprints symbolize our presence and stamp our existence.
Welcome family or friends leave your print to show you were here be it playful or simply duty
Giving a part of you to who t-shirts for Dad pottery for mom coasters passed to elders
Where were you invited or invaded celebration or goodbye your beginning or end
Legally bound patterns overlap in joy or despised Uniquely existing one from another
How far have you traveled to lay your prints in sand or on the walls, you broke down clawing with blood under nails
Birth prepares our oath forever printed in our heart sizes may alter but I still know you
When it all washes away I can still say It was you; I knew You were here.
Making handprints or finding your own gifts years later gives a sort of validation to where you were or who you were then.
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