The Button Box Poem by Marilyn Lott

Ever since I was a little girl
Upon my daddy's knee
I loved my mom's button box
It meant the world to me.

I was a very inventive child
Everything turned into a person
When I saw nearly everything
My creativity was so much fun.

So when I was sick, my mom
Gave me the button box
Like buttons clustered together
Sort of like chickens in a flock.

My blanket turned into little homes
For I was sick in bed each time
I made little roads in the creases
For hours such fun I'd find.

I created a button box as well
We didn't throw things away
Just because a shirt turned to a rag
In my button box the buttons would stay.

Just part of my childhood it was
It was just like darning socks
Anything like a shirt that needed
A button I would dig in the button box!