Mama's Apron
Mamma wore an ample apron
To cover her clean dress.
She’d tell you that’s what it was for
If you’d asked her, I would guess.
But that apron had more uses
Than I could even count.
It brought in eggs and vegetables
And could hold a large amount.
Her apron could bring giggles
In a game of peek-a-boo
With her newest, sweet grandbaby
As she hid her face from view.
That apron dusted tables
And shooed away the flies
And did just fine as oven mitts
To take out bubbling pies.
But the greatest of the treasures
That old apron could hold
Was the endless love from Mamma
Abiding in each fold.
Won a no. 1 in John's contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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