Beautiful Button

I bought some vintage unused buttons that had clearly sat in a sewing box for someone's lifetime and will probably do the same in mine, despite their beauty. So I could have used this time to sew them on, but I wrote a poem instead. Poor buttons... Tiny dream so pure and real Tidied up out of mind and sight Held in my hand, to touch and feel Whimsical object sparks delight Beauty of pearl or ebonite Perhaps of silver or of steel You just need to be stitched on tight Tiny dream so pure and real Transform the plain to the genteel Elevate good to dynamite Exquisite detail of appeal Tidied up out of mind and sight To adventure you do invite Persona you make surreal Maybe shimmering in moonlight Held in my hand, to touch and feel A true understated big deal The medals of the socialite With you I'm never down at heel Whimsical object sparks delight A work of art in your own right The attention you always steal But you are hidden from daylight Just waiting for promised reveal A tiny dream