Conversations. Interactions. Remembrances. Of former days. When buttons were easily pushed.
Buttons, buttons, buttons.
Just when that jar full of buttons has settled on the shelf. It falls into my lap. I am startled. .
Reminders.
.
A lifetime ago. Invading the present
Same old buttons. . .Creeping into life. But I'm not the same. Now I recognize those buttons. Back on the shelf you go. Not needed anymore
Buttons
Unaware it was still attached
couldn't feel it
didn't see it
until it was pushed.
A few dings
some scratches
even a bit of rust,
yet uncannily familiar
when it was pushed.
Old buttons
can do that
reminders of the past
searching for their garment
waiting to be pushed.
But the apparel is new
old buttons don't fit
they just won't fasten
no matter how hard
they're pushed.
Very colorful. Love the analogy! Keep up the good work!
Buttons--what a metaphor for those blessings we take for granted, whether tangible or intangible. We count on them being there, but once they're gone, we can become unraveled. May we care for our buttons and keep them firmly attached.
Ahhh- but- those buttons are still connecting our promise for closure and redemption