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Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes. I loved my Grandmother Hill's button box! I wrote a rather surreal beach poem that ends with her button box. Thanks for the memory and the nicely written haiku. :-)
Very nice! Button boxes are a thing of the past, I think!?
Very nice snapshot of a peaceful moment.
Your haiku really moved me as my grandmother's sewing room was one of my favourite places! Lovely!
great haiku. it immediately puts an image in the mind. i remember going through the button box to find a match for the buttons i would inevitably lose every week. lol.
Oh, the joys I missed never having a grandmother... it sounds wonderful...
I remember the magic of watching my granny turn scraps of this and that into dolls. The absolutely best part was when she would find the right sort of buttons for the eyes. I couldn't wait until I was grown and would have my own yarn basket and button box.Thank you.
oh yes ... i used to do this, thank you for the beautiful memory :) xox
I Loved this!! Such a personal and vivid memory... I can almost see the buttons. :)
Wonderful surprise -- my Grandma had a button box too and I used to love to take it out and sort through all the wonderful colors and styles. Thank you for such a wonderful haiku!:)
A fun memory. My great aunt had a button box. My grandmother mentored me about being a grandma. Such a joyful haiku.
Look at all of us remembering going through grandma's things. What a wonderful poem. Brings great memories to me.
i smiled. that's a lovely image. reminded me of an old, dented tin my grandma kept buttons in....and of sunday a'noons when only quiet activities were allowed.
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