Ode to My Left Pointer Finger

Pointer finger on my left hand
how sorely underappriciated you were
then I pinched you in the steely jaws
of my childs Johnny Jump Up

Oh the pain of having you smushed
between pressure treated wood and plastic
the hardshop of bandaging you
my self

I never realized how important you were
everday tasks now seem so hard
like typing this poem
in honor of you

Finger, you were so good at pointing
people never were offended
if i pointed you at them
unlike your neighbor

You are the one
that I chew on when sad
or that i tickle the boy with
to make him glad

soon you will return
in all you glory
untill then I can only say
I'm sorry