I Shall Miss Silver Buttons Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I shall miss silver buttons

thimbles in the King cake,

the many threaded hours


and waking for their sake

revive again, a little of

the roseate


the rose tinged power

of dreaming as it was then

the dew in the grass


when summer has passed

and the twirling parasol of milk white silk

in the dusk when we cried


lavender lavender

skies are falling down

how will we know


the ones we lost in Heaven

she sang the lullaby of the silver shoon

and there too she will be singing


I love the moon and the little

flowers in the grass

and all of this coming to pass


as we did

once the birds singing early or late

at His least, most beneficient Word


I shall, new sandcastles make...


mary angela douglas 16 august 2018