A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Little Fingers
Oct 29, 2015
You struggle with those fingers, child.
The thumb gets in the way.
Appendages that still are wild -
Keep testing them, I pray.
The thumb gets in the way.
Appendages that still are wild -
Keep testing them, I pray.
For now just grip my steady thumb,
And hold on to it tight.
Then soon you'll lift a breaded crumb,
And later learn to write.
And hold on to it tight.
Then soon you'll lift a breaded crumb,
And later learn to write.
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