An apron played a big part in mama's life
As common to wear as being a housewife.
She used it to gather eggs at the end of the day
To gather vegetables to can and put away
To feed the family on a rainy day. . .
She used it to pick up chips
To start a fire in the old wood stove.
To cook the daily bread,
For her main concern was to keep her family fed.
She folded it around her hands
When at the table the blessing was said.
And wore it in the rain to cover her graying head,
She wrapped it around the baby's legs when he was cold
And sometimes used it to wipe his lil' nose.
It was a faithful servant through sad and lonely years
She even used it to dry away her tears.
When the children were tucked in and their prayers were said. . .
She laid out a clean on at the foot of her bed.
Their job is over now, they did their best.
Mama and her apron have been laid to rest.
If all is true about Heaven I've been told,
Mama is now wearing an apron of spun gold. . .
I first saw this poem on one of Conni's blogs, a year or so ago. It reminded me of my great aunt. I have some of her vintage aprons. Thought you mamas might like this one.