A keepsake of baby's first meeting with baby or a gesture for a Big Brother later in life.
8x10 frame holds poem and 4x6 photo
Poem by Teri Harrison reads:
My Big Brother's Hands
When I came into the world,
Mommy held me out to you.
She said to touch me softly,
She showed you what to do.
Your hands proudly held me,
You claimed me as your own.
You asked if I was "for keeps",
If you could take me home.
Your hands are Mommy's helpers,
Anything silly to make me smile.
Hunting for my lost blankie,
Pushing the stroller for awhile.
Your hands are my amusement,
Playing peek-a-boo with sheets.
Humpty Dumpty and patty cake,
Tickling my tummy and my feet.
Your hands are my heroes,
I'll watch intently as you play.
My curious eyes will follow you,
I'll want to be like you one day.
As we both grow older-
A bond both strong and deep.
Between me and my big brother,
Who gave his love for keeps.
©Teri Harrison. Not for personal use.
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