2022 prompt/hour 8: “buttons”
As a child
I enjoyed visiting
I enjoyed all the colours
I enjoyed all the sounds
The flash of the metal as it shuttled by
The soft sway of fabrics
The many coloured bits and bobs that all rattled differently
I was so small
I didn’t quite know they why of what any of it was for exactly
I was just happy to be there
People walking everywhere festooned in fabrics
People somehow managing not to crash into one another
People all moving in a wonderful dance where they all seemed to understand
From there I sat watching – upon the table – too small still to be underfoot
From there I overlooked my domain and knew that everything was colourful and good
From there I could see a man come towards me with trays – colour upon colour. Always my favourite was blue.
I was good at this ans day I was happy
I look back now knowing it was to keep a child occupied
I know it likely wouldn’t be allowed now for safety reasons and that saddens me in a way
For – oh!
I recall the sounds
I recall the colour
I recall the movement
I recall the love I was looked after with
And I know that sitting there, on a table
I found my place
I found my happiness
I found the task that suits me
I make buttons
When I tell people they look bored
Middle aged man makes buttons. Yawn.
But, to me – it’s about love.
Love for the people in that room so long ago
Love for the colours
Love for the sounds
Love for the textures
Love for the people I meet every day who understand what I mean.
When I say when I make buttons I can still be in that room with those people I loved
I still work
But, for me, there will always more love than miserable grind to it
So if you can – find something with more love to it.
Life should be full as possible of joy
Merry – LordCricket 2022 poetry marathon