The Button
By Knuts Skujenieks
A cherry-tree trying to cover
Its very last berry –
That is me watching over
My ragged shirt’s single button.
When hopes and souvenirs are all gone,
When the burden’s too heavy to bear,
I make sure the button’s still on,
The one that you stitched there.
In spite of years and fears,
In spite of snows and rows,
To this hole-riddled life I am wed
By the stitch of your love’s endless thread.
Day has succumbed to night. I gaze
At a single lit window.
A window it’s not: there on my chest, ablaze,
A life sewn in by you.
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