Grandma’s Button Box

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It rattles as she lifts it from the mantle.

Broken biscuits, jigsaw pieces?

Lid is prised. Five year old

starfish hands delve deep

raising cupped catch.

Each has a story. Toggle

from Johnny’s brown duffle.

Blue rabbit buckled dungaree.

Red ruby off knobbly

wool interview suit.

Tilt kaleidoscope and tiny

pearls from soft kid gloves

tumble, while lover’s fingers

fumble with sequin clasp

on throat of dancing beau.

Foot soldiers on Grandpa’s cuffs.

Once solid, serviceable.

Now translucent, yellowed – like old teeth.

No longer a team. Redundant.

Threads loose. Dispensable.

Wartime make do and mend.

Each knew responsibility.

Black jet on crepe mourning

dress. Sentries

in waiting.

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