I’ve been asked why I would keep it,
Why I don’t throw it away,
This big box of fancy buttons.
They are of no use today.
In these days of fast and furious,
Zippers are the way to go.
When all is so tightly scheduled,
Buttoning buttons is too slow.
This pink one’s from the little dress
My dear mama sewed for me
When nothing could be store-bought
And my mama’s time was free.
These buttons are my memories
Of the years not long ago,
When pretty buttons were the fashion,
And all time was set on slow.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson