My Mom's Flour Sacks
The flour sack, the flour sack!
To my childhood it harkens back...
With the flour at last gone
Mom would use it to sew upon..
Dish towels, aprons , and who knows what
No complaints, our mouths remained firmly shut!
I wouldn't, shouldn't say that we were poor
But flour sack clothing we sometimes wore...
Once she needed a diaper in the worst way
Poor baby's butt was sure sore that day...
I still have a towel made from a sack
Some good old memories it brings back...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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