Silver Buttons

 Mummy & Me

Silver Buttons

Mummy gently poured the buttons 
From their silver tin onto the carpet

In a glorious jumble of singles and clusters 
Strung upon threads and silk ribbons.

We picked them up and fondled them, 
And to the chink and click of the buttons

As they poured from hand to hand, 
She told their stories.

"This one closed Nana's Opera Coat 
against the winter wind.

These tiny pearls buttoned Great-Grandma's 
Beautiful Sunday dress.

Those brass ones flew on Daddy's 
Air Force uniform during the war.

Those satin ones ran up the back 
Of Mummy's favorite ballet costume and

These were on your tiny knitted baby sweater
 That Auntie Tannie made."

There were lots of buttons. Buttons

Smelling of bone and silver and brass and leather,

Sparkling with rhinestones, pearls and glitter

Feeling smooth and bumpy, rigidity and fine

Whispering of lives lived and loves lost and won.

People have buttons, too - 
The fastening-feelings kind, forced by life's events

Holding long locked doors to places 
Consciousness wouldn't, couldn't go,

Embedded in the body's cells -- 
That nagging backache,

That tightness in the throat for words held back,

The headache that never really goes away.

People buttons begin to slip loose

When we're ready to experience 
The feelings they've held fast.

Honour them gently, 
Like the Buttons in Mummy's silver box.

Let them tell their stories, 
Knowing you may safely listen and savour

The wine of past experience to its fullest

And feel what has been held for you there.

And when you do, your soul will fill with light

And you will know Ecstasy.

El...1999