I posted a poem yesterday, Grandma’s Button Box, about the box or jar grandma’s used to keep extra buttons in, in case we lost one off our shirt or jacket. The last line in this follow up poem kept running through my mind, and since it didn’t seem to fit in Grandma’s Button Box, I wrote another poem just for it.
Buttons Out
Button, button
Who’s got the button
A little song
Climbed into my thoughts
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I couldn’t recall
If it was real
A childhood game perhaps
Or something newly sewn
Buttons were on my mind
A line from another poet
Another poem
Spilled them from the box 
A box from another time
Who sews these days
No need for spare buttons
We just buy a new shirt
Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn
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Sherry Mashburn said
Sad . . .
charlesmashburn said
Yeah, it kinda is sad that we live in such a frenzied, hurry-up, disposable world.
Raivenne said
Hey, we’re not all living in a disposable world darn it!
I still sew buttons on shirts and coats and pants. I even know how to hem my own clothing and by hand – my occasionally stabbed thumb takes much offense.
charlesmashburn said
Oh… did I leave out the “almost”? My bad!:)
And just so ya know, yours truly sewed a tear in his jeans here a while back, so nanner nanner!
I claim poetic license!
ayala said
Sad….
charlesmashburn said
Yep. Kinda sad.
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terri0729 said
i have one of those too, Charlie!! Every time I throw away a shirt, I cut the buttons off of it first
Telling my age again, lol!
charlesmashburn said
Actually, most of my shirts don’t have buttons. I’m a T-shirt kinda guy!
How old ARE you??? Jeez! hahaha
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