Handprints In Your Heart

Sometimes you got disheartened, Because I was so small. I seemed to smudge my handprints, On the pictures down the hall. But here’s the final handprint, I left in your heart to remember. Of the fragileness love of life, Before I left you last November. So when you think of me, Know that we’ve not grown apart. You must look within to see, The handprints in your heart.