Missing Fingers Poem by PATRICIA DOBROSIPEARSON

Jane Doze - Missing Fingers

By Jane Doze


Hi, I'm Jane Doze and I have a story for you...

Have you ever been scared? I mean really scared? Well I have. It's bad enough when you have an Uncle named Bud, who only has three fingers due to a tractor accident (he is missing the middle two) , always grabbing at your shirt.

Missing fingers ARE scary! !

My sister Lori wanted to be a member of the missing fingers club. She was out in the garage one day, wearing her brand new yellow satin jacket. She worked all summer for that cool jacket. I guess she decided to file her nails. She turned on my dad’s grinder. Need I say more?

That's right. Screams... and then there was a really ruined jacket and my sister saying to my dad that she was really sorry. I know she meant it.

I just remember my dad yelling at me. 'Jane. Find her Finger! ! ' He said that over and over again. 'Jane. Find her Finger! ' I looked everywhere but I couldn't find the missing finger. My sister still has it as far as I know. Guess my dad was a bit freaked out too!

She did something that almost made her a member of the missing members club! ! ! Boy did I learn something.


Moral of the Story: Never Touch Someone Else's Stuff!