what are you doing
six jars full of buttons and a magic tin
these treasures by grandma were put in
when we began to sew, we could have our pick
out of any jars but not the tin, so thick
The tin is for certain buttons, you are not there yet
we sorted the other buttons, and did not fret
The tin is for when you are experienced, she said
We did not question this, choosing buttons red
When she was gone, we separated the buttons out
my sister and I, getting along, neither of us had a pout
But then my sister reached for the magic tin.
What are you doing? I asked my twin.
Grandma is gone, she reminded me.
Let’s take a peek, at least let’s see.
We opened that tin and stared in awe.
At the prettiest buttons we’d ever saw.
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