I SHALL MISS SILVER BUTTONS

I shall miss silver buttons
thimbles in the King cake,
the many threaded hours

and waking for their sake
revive again, a little of
the roseate

the rose tinged power
of dreaming as it was then
the dew in the grass

when summer has passed
and the twirling parasol of milk white silk
in the dusk when we cried

lavender,lavender
skies are falling down
how will we know

the ones we lost in Heaven
she sang the lullaby of the silver shoon
and there too she will be singing

I love the moon and the little
flowers in the grass
and all of this coming to pass

as we did
once the birds singing early or late
at His least, most beneficent Word

I shall, new sandcastles make...

mary angela douglas 16 august 2018