Buttons and Memories

Buttons and Memories

Buttons from Nana’s wicker basket

Lined up like little soldiers with her child fingers

Santa forgot to bring her a  bride-doll once….

She is a poet of sorts now,

Remembering..

But a word keeps slipping through

The lines and cracks

Invisible, like a tear hiding inside a wall

 

 

© Helen Crutchett (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Norman 223]

It's amazing how a collection of buttons can fascinate children. Myself when young, then my children, now my grandchildren. There is the colour ,shape and the kaleidoscope of patterns that stimulate imagination, even engender poems such as this. We don't even have to justify our nostalgic thoughts, just enjoy sorting through them.

Norman

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. A old fashion feel and you create place and memory for the reader. I liked the items of our elders. The leftovers gifts we need in old age. Thank you Helen for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[SAYED THANGAL]

You have well polished your writing using similes and images. I like this piece
sayed
India

[angelina neves]

"But a word keeps slipping through

The lines and cracks

Invisible, like a tear hiding inside a wall" - very beautiful!
now that you remind me of the fascination of a box with buttons - it is something i remember well from my childhood! - I think it is sad I didn't have one for children and don't have one for my grandchildren! Must try to organize one!
love this poem!

[Helena]

Thank you so much for your lovely review!

[andrew mitchell]

a lovely piece of writing, nostalgic in a sort of way

[Helena]

Yes, I felt very nostalgic writing this piece......it evoked some childhood memories that were pretty painful really. Thanks Andrew!

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, what memories this brings from my attic of yesterday thoughts! We have great expectations as children and we just don't seem to forget those that are unmet, such as that bride-doll that was perhaps so, so hoped for!
We do remember - the good and the bad! We aren't always able to speak of it, and as you say, it remains invisible, yet the heartache is still there.

[Helena]

Absolutely Sheila, spot-on. And those memories seem to surface more as we get older. Thanks for your visit and lovely review dear friend.

[JENY]

wow..
short, pithy,
catches the minds inside the walls....of nostalgia...
prompting to taste the salty old days...
kept in the bottles of memory..

[Helena]

Very poetic review Jeny! Thanks so much....

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Nanas everywhere are touched by your poem and I am no exception. These days that tear comes as I cuddle my granddaughter while remembering and missing my own very special grandmother who had a container of buttons just like your photo. I do realize that every good, and every sad, moment in life helps shape the person we ultimately become.

[Helena]

Thank you Sharon for your lovely thoughts on this.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

So bad memories never truly go away, they just cause us to react in ways without us realizing it.

Very nice Helen, been too long since I read your work.

[Helena]

Thank you dear Dale for your welcome words.