My Button Box

By Marian R. Kellar


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Behind every button in my button box

Is a story that each longs to tell.

Of places they've been and people they've seen

If they could just speak, they'd say it so well

 

Reds and yellows, shiny or blue

Some of them old, some of the new. 

On clothes that were worn, so tattered and torn.

Or fancy with lace; not one would disgrace.

 

A discarded shirt, a vest or a coat

Some of them grand, some of little note. 

A dress that ontime was home-sewn

Now is discarded and long outgrown.

 

Adorned, admired, now shopworn and tired,

No longer useful, they now are retired.

Those days of glory, all gone in the past

They lie down deserving a long rest at last. 

 

As I close down the lid on my button box I say,

"We had a fine time together back in out day"

 

  

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A wonderful little poem! Very well written! Very enjoyable! Well-done!

Posted by Kersie Khambatta | April 29, 2012 Report Violation

What a thougthful poem. I'll post a copy of it in my button box lid

Posted by Deborah | April 12, 2012 Report Violation

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