16
May
Button Savior
There was a button in my pocket.
I touched it just to see
If this button was a button
That might help me.
I left it there awhile,
I even forgot.
I put my hand in my pocket,
Smiled at what my fingers sought.
I pulled the button out,
Studied it with intent.
I don’t know where it came from
But it’s much better than lint.
I started feeling lonely,
And so far out of place.
I pinched the button hard,
Found a small ridge to trace.
This button is solid,
Whole and shining smoothly.
This button is solid.
As solid as I want to be.
Rubbing on this button,
I think about my mood.
As simple as it is,
Its roundness truly soothes.
This brown and holey button,
Has saved me from dejection.
It was lost but now is found,
And I feel its affection.