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Buttons and Keys

Nana's buttons and Grampy's keys,
their presence displayed as proud as you please.
Nana's rattled in an old glass jar
and Grampy's hung with the keys to his car.
The perplexing thing for a boy to percieve
is why both had more of each than they need,
so I wrinkled my young and inquisitive brow
and asked which of those they could use now?
"Child, it isn't for today we save keys and buttons,
it's for things tomorrow to fix and open."
I suppose with that thought I live to this day
with buttons and keys I can't throw away,
and now their colors and shapes and sizes
are more like a gift and memory's prizes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 2/25/2019 7:54:00 PM
Craig, your poem brought to mind the jar of buttons my Nana had, which went to my mother and is now resting safely in a drawer in my own sewing room! You've expressed your nostalgic memories so well, and congratulations on your win. Sandra
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Date: 2/25/2019 3:52:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Craig.
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Date: 2/24/2019 2:43:00 PM
Craig, love it! Congratulations on your win on Mile 20 of my 2019 Poetry Marathon Contest! Thank you so much for supporting my contests. By continuing to place in the contests you are accumulating points toward the final. ~Mark
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Date: 2/24/2019 2:15:00 PM
Aw this is LOVELY Craig! Quirky but nice! Congratulations!
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Date: 2/24/2019 2:12:00 PM
this is adorable, Craig. Congrats for your win.
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Date: 2/24/2019 1:19:00 PM
Love this nostalgic piece... especially the wrinkled brow of the inquisitive boy. Congratulations on your MARATHON honors :)
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Date: 4/24/2018 2:01:00 PM
Hi, professional poet. My grandmother, too, kept a jar of odd buttons that my mother discarded. There's nothing to do with an odd button. Makes me wonder if buttons were once expensive. (I'm not luring you to my page, because my poems are pathetic)
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Date: 4/24/2018 3:12:00 PM
Dear Hannah (love the name BTW), thank you, but first, I am a professional at nothing because that would indicate income from such LOL--so I am retired from that stressful environment---also, the only thing pathetic in this world is one who sits by and allows everything to happen around them---you have chosen not to do that, so I applaud you--never doubt yourself----"Ah, but if man's reach should not exceed his/her grasp - then what is Heaven for"? (Robert Browning)--Keep reaching Lady!