Monday, March 9, 2009


I love this poem. It brings back memories of my own Grandmother, who I adored. She was the strongest woman I know, yet she ruled with a heart and hand of butter. I still remember, when it was time for a picture she had to hurry and untie her apron. A lady never had her picture taken with an apron on! I think that is the reason I love aprons, any kind, the old fashioned one that ties around your waist or the newer, chef apron. Every time I put one on, I think Grandma is guiding me, probably even helps me cook better. :)

Grandma's Apron

The strings were tied, It was freshly washed, and probably even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold, some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best. --Tina Trivett

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