Pride she wears, uses, replaces
Buttons on her coat
One went missing, she says
But she did such a good job sewing the new one on
That she can’t remember which button it was anymore.
Modest black grey stoic
Impermanently holding her together with worn thread
Keeping eyes dry
They keep the warmth in, the cold out
They keep the joy in, the pain out
But the IRS took everything
One day there were zeroes across the board
Bitter wind slipping in
Another button lost
Another sewn on.