Treasure was buried
as deep as tin.
Small fingers searched
through wood, plastic, and metal,
separating fantasies by color.
Christmas smiled in yellow
three hundred sixty five days a year
upon mama’s sewing machine
from a fruit cake tin turned button home.
Mixed among brand new
were fasteners that
once graced a dress or shirt,
their history winking
at exploring blue eyes.
They were just buttons,
but they were three sister’s gold.
Imagination found diamonds in glass
and adornments for Cinderella’s dress.
Sibling spats were silenced
by the spell cast with yellow.
There was no time for harsh words, only joy.
That Christmas button box
was our once upon a time,
and the fairytales still speak
each time we hold yesterday in our hands.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
I am really fortunate that my youngest sister, Debby, has our mother's button box. It truly is magic for me. Some of my best childhood memories are those buttons held in Christmas yellow.
I wrote this from the inspiration of Brain Miller's Poetics ~ Button, Button