Flour Sacks
Oh, yes! I recall them well,
those pretty prints as flour sacks.
They only needed hemming
added to Mom's dishtowel stacks.
I don't remember dresses
made from them for Sis or me.
Sewed together for table cloths,
they were pretty as could be.
They brightened the old kitchen
when hung as window curtain.
My dear mother wasted none
of that I can be certain.
They are making them no more,
I suppose to save some cash.
All flour comes in paper bags
which is fit only for trash.
11/13/2013
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