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Fingertips.
Look at your fingertips they are unique you know
Something we don’t think of, and yet them we grow.
That little pattern in a swirl on the end
Is your own work of art that God on you penned
How amazing it is a tip of one of your fingers
It can bring joy and feel pain, and both may linger.
It can be sensuous, moving in little circles decreasing
To make you cry out, in joy and releasing
It can be warm as you like, as warm as toast
But so cold in the winter, like shaking hands with a ghost
It is sensitive to a degree oh so refined
Tracing round lips so gentle, so fine.
That little swirl on the end of your finger, each line,
You alone are the owner, and you can say it is mine.
Don’t treat them rough and they will last you forever
They won’t wear out with time, as things you think more clever
There is another special thing your fingerprint can do
And that is that they can identify you.
A new day began, I sprained my right hand!
Then my furnace decided to "give up the ghost"
Neighbor brought friend who would understand;
soon, room became as warm as toast.
then it stopped dead--all was lost
my muse and I were doomed to frost.
Two electric, space heaters running twenty-four/seven!
It was twenty at night--temp's winter hat doff.
My electric bill was reaching toward the heavens
My muse preferred to scoff
while my toes were freezing off!
Probably Monday, a new one he could install.
It would cost one THOUSAND--I needed some air!
Opened my door, found my son standing tall!
A guy with tech background, drove here to share.
I needed a hero, and he was there!
My muse and I needn't despair.
Aren't sons and daughters a wonderful plan!
They will help with gusto and style.
And hero neighbors lending their helping hand!
Faulty solder fixed; the heat will soon beguile.
My hand needs a brace for a while;
and my muse? I saw a tiny smile.