In Spiritual Wonder

The event described in my poem below took place yesterday during my preparations the morning of my mother’s funeral. Her send-off was quite glorious, by the way.

 

The contents of my button drawer

splattered on the bathroom floor.

A friend with Sight

said he just might

snap a pic for evermore.

 

And so he did.

 

Tho’ most were found

Some buttons hid

Around about the toilet lid.

(Reluctant to come home agane

After tripping down the lane).

 

And so I said, have fun out here!!!

Just so you know, when you appear

I’ll pick you up, I’ll call you “dear”

Then open up the button drawer

Where you will stay forevermore

 

That is till your kin free-falls

From garments without thuds or calls.

In such a case – in emergency,

I’ll ope’ the drawer, see what I see,

study you all (“pick me! pick me!”)

 

And so I will, but only one.

 

Others wanting light of day

Might want to contact Thread and say,

“I’d like once more a chance to travel,

Would you be so kind as to unravel?”

‘Tis Thread, whose wisdom holds It All.

 

‘Tis Thread, then, issues Button’s Call.

 

In warp and woof of prayer shawl,

In stone and bone of wailing wall,

‘Tis Thread that ever keeps it Whole,

While Button has its own great role

To bring together, left and right,

 

To fasten all in Thread’s great sight.

 

Meanwhile, in your little home

Be peaceful till your time has come,

For buttons, whether worn or still,

On clothing bright, on window sill,

In Mason jar, In darkest drawer,

Your role’s assured forevermore.