An ode to my thumb

Dear thumb....I miss you and would very much like to render your services again. So in honor of your current state I will write you a poem...as difficult as this will be without you...

Oh my thumb who buttons little girls pants and zips them up..

who gives me an excuse why I'm wearing sweats and no one seems to mind.

Oh my thumb who used to make buckling up little monkeys a mad dash...

sans your appendage like abilities a harrowing contortionist act is performed.

Oh my thumb that once made driving a breeze now puts all the strain on mr. left...

now upon ice you rest cradled in freezing blankets.

Oh the snow glistening white and gay outside my window wreaking havoc upon the road...

now collected and captured in a clear prison bag, soothing sore fingers.

Oh blood that once ran red and cheery without a nail to be stuck in...

now spewing blue like a volcano releasing it's fiery ash.

Oh thumb that made life so easy, placing on mittens and fixing my hair...

how sorely missed you are for all your practicability.

I promise not to mock and stare if you return as damaged goods. 

All I ask is to you my betrothed to return once more.