Grandma’s Button Box

May 2, 2012 at 11:47 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged button jar, Charles L. Mashburn, grandma's button box, lost buttons, poetry, writer

A fellow poet and blogger posted a poem the other day that mentioned a shiny new button, and while commenting on it, I thought about my grandma’s jar of buttons. Sherry still has her grandmother’s beautiful button box, so I included a picture that shows it, as well as Sherry’s button jar. Anyway, the memory inspired the following poem. Enjoy!

Grandma’s  Button Box

 

The worst thing is losing a button

Or so it seemed back then

Grandma getting her button box down

Grumbling ‘bout your careless ways

As she began the hunt for one to match

 

The box full of every kind of button

A boy could possibly lose

Some of them shiny

Small ones and large

Every color of the rainbow in there

 

Chittering ‘cross the table

When she poured them out

Tired of stirring them ‘round with a finger

Hoping to get lucky

Knowing that wasn’t the way it would be

 

And when at last ‘twas found

That perfect shiny button

Or at least one so close no one would notice

Back into the box the rest would go

Until the next time

 

I’d watch the little box

Go back into its place

Marveling at the question

Handed down through all time

Wondering from where

Do the buttons come

That keep the button box full

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

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