From tiny threads we grew into the women we now are
different but the same coloured buttons in a jar
woven from a needle in tiny lines of silk
from a seamstress and a tailor sewing buttercups and milk
each of us at different times all cut from the same cloth
fashioned into beauty whilst protected from the moth
early days of guiding love were stitched into each heart
will bond us with a velvet touch even when we have to part
days are so much brighter when we're in each others clothes
a closeness of our genes cross stitching lines of prose
if a button comes off we know our love will sew it back once more
to be complete in tapestry with each sister I adore.
Thanks Colleen, I'm so glad you like it. I hope you can see see my thanks by me writing in my own comment box.............I'm not sure if this is the correct way of responding or not? here's hoping! ! Charles.
Like this a lot! Coming from a family of four girls and absolutely all girls on my maternal side going back many generations I can easily relate to my own life. Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful and heartfelt poem. I am an artist and have framed buttons in the shape of a heart I would like to display it along side a copy of your poem at the next installation I have at a library, I feel like I should ask your permission to do so before I proceed My email address is dianeekeilyahoo, com thank you