Discarded Buttons by Rona Fitzgerald

Discarded Buttons

In a small translucent box they wait

colour coded          full of memories.

 

My Mam sewed all our clothes.

Gathering buttons like sweet treats

to make blouses and dresses our own.

 

I see her bent over vogue patterns still.

 

Let’s make the sleeves silk                           

cover the buttons with the same shade.

 

When chucking out or recycling

I cut off buttons, add them to the box.

          

Smile.

 

Me who was thrown out of sewing

blotches on my run and fell seam.

 

Greens and blues remind me of Dollymount beach

sea stretching to infinity.

 

Yellow and orange shimmer

sunshine on a Glasgow day.

 

My favourite      a heart shaped button

in bruised purple.

Rona Fitzgerald was born in Dublin and now lives in Glasgow. Her most recent publications are Aiblins: New Scottish Political Poetry, Three Drops from a Cauldron Midwinter Special, Obsessed with Pipework No. 78, Oxford Poetry XVI.iii Winter 2016-17, and ten poems in Resurrection of a Sunflower: Pski’s Porch, 2017.