Mums are like buttons

It was too wet to stroll in the park today at lunch time (after bragging to a nice man while ordering gloves from Auckland that it was NOT raining here, unlike up there!) so I went for a walk through a book shop. I love looking at books. This one, tucked on a bottom shelf, caught my eye. 

I studied the cover for a few moments and thought, that is exactly right, Mums ARE like buttons, and when you don’t have one, things come a little unraveled for a while.

I didn’t dare open it, I glimpsed but feared it may upset me so I gently placed it back on the shelf and remembered her smiling face and Irish accent.

Memories cannot be taken from me, or from you, so treasure those.

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