I knew an old man who collected buttons:
puce plastic, mother-of-pearl, teal craftings.
Some were large enough to cover half your palm,
others small enough to pin on the waistcoat
of a bumblebee.
When I asked him why, he said:
“My mother was a seamstress
who was never proud of her profession.
But she mended the seams of my pants
whenever I split them in rough play.
She sewed buttons on my sister’s dresses
when we couldn’t afford better fabric
and still she sparkled –
a mosaic of stars.”
32 thoughts on “Buttons”
Oh – loved this – I have two mason jars from my grandmother filled with buttons – she was a seamstress too – tho proud of her craft – such beauty created from loving hands, needle and thread – thanks for reminding me- smiles – K
Thank you! I still have an old cookie tin my grandmother used for her buttons and other sewing equipment. =)
Childhood flash backs of my great grandmother and gran. Beautiful words. Thank you 🙂
Glad they evoked fond memories. ❤
You gave poignancy to buttons 😉 I really enjoyed this piece.
Love how you translated buttons on the dress to a ‘mosaic of stars at the end’, shows the reverence the old man has always had for his mother. ❤
Oh, glad you caught that. =)
Lovely! Makes me want to sew a “mosaic of stars” in button on a simple frock of mine to make it sparkle!
Let me be an enabler. Do it! ❤
‘Mosiac of stars’ – such a beautiful flow to the words… loved it! ❤
Thank you. I was worried about the flow and I’m glad it worked well. =)
love this! Brings back great memories of my grandma and her tin full of buttons. 🙂
Yours too? *hugs* ❤
What a wonderful testimony to your mother, told in exquisite poetry!
Thank you! =)
Simply delightful! This takes me back to a time when as a little girl, I would take my mother’s sewing ‘can’ filled with buttons, and just run my fingers through the multitude of them. I loved to hear the clicking noise of the buttons as I picked up handfuls and let them cascade from my hand back into the ‘sewing’ can. Thanks for this piece of nostalgia! 🙂
I’m happy it recalled good memories for you! ❤
Yes it did and thanks again! 🙂
ah such beauty ❤
Thanks. Much appreciated. =)
When I read this first I read it as a poem and couldn’t get the flow at all. Yes memories of my Mum and Grandma, sewing for the family and as a business with the button box for us to play with, each button a story so that was good. I still couldn’t get the flow. Read it again today as more prose and out loud, and it just worked! What a difference a day makes! Thank you.
Hi! Thanks for taking the time to re-read this poem. I think you might have been right in that I should have left it as straight prose. I was struggling with breaking it up to make it more readable and that affected the flow. Sometimes writing can be successful and sometimes less so. Thanks. =)
I think your writing is quirky, like a smooth pond inhabited by all kinds of funky, whimsical creatures hidden in its reeds… It’s refreshing
Thank you! ❤
Ah! piercing. you know how to put life in the mould!
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed this one. =)