Button and Bolts Mother’s button jar is nine inches high on the shelf above the wood stove and its golden oval label says Molasses and I can even spell that bigbig word but there’s no buttons the same colour as those missing from my shirt (any blue for blue don’t argue) though the big green ones are for my brother’s Robin Hood suit when he loses them in battle and little grey ones for my flies (to keep your dicky bird in place) (stop calling it that) the bright red ones would go with my beach shirt that has many…