Grandma’s Apron
Author Unknown
When I used to visit Grandma.
I was very much impressed,
by her all-purpose apron,
and the power it possessed.For Grandma, it was every day
to choose one when she dressed.
The strings were tied and freshly washed,
and maybe even pressed.
you would never think about;
the things she used it for,
that made it look worn out.
She used it for a basket,
when she gathered up the eggs,
and flapped it as a weapon,
when hens pecked her feet and legs.
She used it to carry kindling
when she stoked the kitchen fire.
And to hold a load of laundry,
or to wipe the clothesline wire.
She used it for a hot pad,
to remove a steaming pan,
and when her brow was heated,
she used it for a fan.
It dried our childish tears,
when we’d scrape a knee and cry,
and made a hiding place
when the little ones were shy.
Farm produce took in season,
in the summer, spring and fall,
found its way into the kitchen
from Grandma’s carry all.
When Grandma went to heaven,
God said she now could rest
I’m sure the apron she chose that day,
was her Sunday best.
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