Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

Tiny Fingers With Warm Woolen Mittens

Coats buttoned and hats in place, but hands are still exposed
Fitting gloves on tiny fingers is a chore when they're opposed
Bribes are needed for some children to keep them standing still
Mittens prevent parents from yelling, "Come on kid. Just chill!"

Little digits wiggle because they don't want to be constrained,
so, in warm woolen mittens my child's fingers have remained.
There's need to keep them protected from cold weather's sting.
From the five-fingered prisons, I will shout, "Let freedom ring!"

I've heard the cry of those tiny voices after the inevitable pout
and then lost my patience while trying desperately to figure out,
how to get those fat sausages stuffed inside a five-fingered glove.
Then I found it so much easier to slip on mittens made with love.


January 12, 2023  
Of What Use Are Gloves to Fingers That Only Understand Mittens
Sponsored by John Lawless

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John Lawless January 24, 2023 at 2:57 PM This is great Lin. After trying to get the snowsuit on them the frustration of gloves and fingers......(we sometimes stole dads sox when the mittens were wet) Thanks for participating in the contest