Digits
Five little fingers keep me “occupied” as I crawl on Persian rugs,
four little fingers toy with model trains my eldest brother scorned,
three little fingers learn to tip and tap on gadgets oddly-named.
Two little fingers wrap around felt pens that scribble “telltale signs.”
One little finger now a playpen pal in my
“let’s pretend” home!
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