I have a small framed
Branching tree made
Of mother's shiny buttons
On the wall hanging
In my room of long dreams
Made by one sister with love
Similar one given to another
Hung as reminders
That life can live on
As an unforgotten tree
Different makes and hues
Varied shapes and sizes
All laced intertwined to a
Strong main trunk
By colored slim threads
Each button someone
I can always quickly name
Someone with some
Of my given red hot blood
In their pulsing veins
I never hope the days
When each button
Begins fading away
With the shine gone now
To grace heaven's dreams
© 2017 Jim Davis
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
I have a small framed
Branching tree made
Of mother's shiny buttons
On the wall hanging
In my room of long dreams
Made by one sister with love
Similar one given to another
Hung as reminders
That life can live on
As an unforgotten tree
Different makes and hues
Varied shapes and sizes
All laced intertwined to a
Strong main trunk
By colored slim threads
Each button someone
I can always quickly name
Someone with some
Of my given red hot blood
In their pulsing veins
I never hope the days
When each button
Begins fading away
With the shine gone now
To grace heaven's dreams
© 2017 Jim Davis
