I Once Had a Handicap

I Once Had a Handicap Thumb I did see looked like a thimble; Should this become my writing symbol? Every time when poetry I went to write Could not hold my whole hand real tight. Deformed thumb by God it had been made; My writing received needs improvement grade And God to me many times He had said, You will have trouble buttering your bread. That thimble of Mine will get in your way So if you should say your prayers each day I will hold your thumb so it won't tremble And then take off your troubling thimble. Thumb once grew large when it was warm But then God finally fixed my thumb's form; With thumb and fingers poems will write Now that I can hold my hand real tight.