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

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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…

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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

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~~~*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
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