GRANDMA'S APRON
GRANDMA'S APRON
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears
And wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit
When she would work outside.
We'd run and hide behind it
When scared or needed warmed.
It smelled just like the bread and pies
She baked in early morn.
She waved good-bye and cooled the food
Her apron like a flag.
It was really torn and tattered.
Was a cradle for my dad.
It's uses were so many.
Just like another hand.
But now it hangs just resting
Beside her frying pan......
By :MAFLongfellow
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears
And wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit
When she would work outside.
We'd run and hide behind it
When scared or needed warmed.
It smelled just like the bread and pies
She baked in early morn.
She waved good-bye and cooled the food
Her apron like a flag.
It was really torn and tattered.
Was a cradle for my dad.
It's uses were so many.
Just like another hand.
But now it hangs just resting
Beside her frying pan......
By :MAFLongfellow
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