I look at all the buttons,
in my box of needles and pins.
I wonder how old they are,
and exactly where they've been.

They go back in generations,
by their old and somber look.
You would proudly see them being worn,
in old time fashion books.

Yet some are bright and shinny,
that new age kind of look.
The ones on all our childrens clothes,
as our heads we silently shook.

Deep within my sewing box,
many tales lie untold.
If these buttons could only talk to us,
what tales would they unfold?






Written by:  S. Matheson
3/30/2003