Fingers

Phlanges they say

Can be awkward and gay

We take for granted

The fingers we are handed

They get blisters and cramp

We work them to the bone

Then we go to school one day

A careless accident they say

And we learn our fingers are gone

Six hours in surgery

To sew them back on

Maybe they'll work

Maybe they're gone

Simple things like holding a cup

Or maybe even playing with your pup

Things that used to be done with ease

Are now just a tease

A twitch and a tingle

I feel every day

But will the feelings come back

It's to early to say

My plans for the future

All went up in smoke

I feel like an alligator

Swimming in a mote

But two years later

My fingers are there

I now realize how much i care