Button-Drawer

Just looking through,
The button drawer.
To match a set,
For one time more.

These big ones here,
Belonged to Joe.
Ma sewed them on,
All in a row.

Pa's suspenders,
Crossed his back.
They hung his pants,
Like two brown sacks.

Our under-wear buttons,
Without the pins.
We matched them with button holes,
They kept us in.

These are mine,
With none of them gone.
A new dress I'll have,
And put them on.


E.P. 1908 - 1989