WE INTERRUPT THIS POST TO BRING YOU THIS SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Thank you, God.
I went back to find that post from last year to link and thought I will take a stab at that again. And suddenly it seemed so obvious!
It needs some fine tuning--word choice, etc. but I like this, and I feel this:
If I should lose the little finger, say
Of my left hand, I could learn to type around.
And all the instruments I do not play
Would prove no sadder loss than now.
Other things I do requiring dexterous skill
Could be--as good or almost--learned again.
Most days I should not feel its loss at all
Until it was as if it had never been.
Yet, there would come a moment when
Performing some small but delicate task
I should find myself at a loss, as when
I find there is no one else I can ask
Questions I never thought to bring to you,
And I cry to feel your death anew.