Tuesday, June 4, 2013

GRANDMA'S BUTTONS

My Grandma had a coffee can
Filled with buttons to the top
And each one had a story 
She would tell
We would gather at her feet 
She let us pick out five apiece 
And then my Grandma’s voice would 
Weave it’s spell
I remember it so well…

~~~*Chorus*~~~
My stories were of heroines
teachers, maids, and Queens
My Brother’s slaves and presidents
And everything between
She would have us check the facts
From the books that lined her shelves
They were Grandma’s stories
And our Grandma taught us well
~~*~~

I was cleaning Mama’s attic
When I found that coffee can
It was still full of buttons
I shed tears
Now that I am not a child
And my imagination’s mild
I knew it was Grandma’s voice
All those years
Oh, her lessons were so clear…
~~*~~
Well I put the can of buttons 
On the table in the hall
And I left my Mom a note
Grandma style 
Mama take the time to read
Brush up on your history
You’re going to need these buttons
For my child
I could feel my Grandma smile…

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Grandmas buttons, stories told
Lessons for the young and old
It was an adventure every time...
We didn't know, way back then
She'd found a way of weaving in
Facts that would stay with us all our lives
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
My stories were of heroines
Teachers, Maids,  and Queens
My Brother’s slaves and Presidents
And everything between
She would have us check the facts
From the books that lined her shelves
They were Grandma’s stories
And our Grandma taught us well
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2013

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