Loose Buttons - Jocelyn Arild

[Larry Robinson]

Loose Buttons

Funny the things
You remember 
When your mom dies
Like how whenever
We were driving
And spotted 
Dark stormy clouds
With light behind
She described them 
As silver linings 
In heaven

The texture of her short
Curls in my five year old
Hands as I twirled 
Each piece around 
My fingers and she sang
“Mary had a little lamb…”
And “Puff the magic dragon” 
To lull me to sleep 
Each night as I held
Her ever so tightly 
Not letting go

The patterned sheets 
With bright yellow flowers
Crisp and tucked in
Just so at each corner
Of the bed
And the top sheet 
Folded down with the 
Lacey floral piece showing 
Flowers dancing as the 
morning sunlight 
warmed my face

And the smell 
Of the black coffee 
She drank brewing 
When waking up 
As a child
Hearing the cadence 
Of her voice 
from the kitchen
nudging me awake
Comforted knowing
It was time to get up

Peeking in her jewelry box 
Looking at her baubles
And trinkets like a 
Bowling league pin
Or a pearl ring
Clip on earrings
She never wore
And loose buttons
knowing they were treasures
Of the life she lived 
And who she was

	- Jocelyn Arild

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