The button was stiched
sixteen and a half years ago
on a winter morning
just in time,
before the bus left -
the important
of its presence on
a school uniform

Only a child can understand.

Today, it lies hanging out of
the tattered piece of cloth
which was once used to be
my shirt.

It reminds me of the
fights, dramas and the
pricked finger of yours
as you sat there stitching.