Special memories with families should be remembered, written down, and cherished. They deaserve it.
When I was just a small tot I remember lying on my Grandmother’s lap Face down in her apron of old sack cloth Scents of her cooking ingrained in its depth I was carried off to a peaceful slumber Those are times I fondly remember. She rocked babies from her children of seven On an old straight back chair we thought was heaven All the while still sweetly singing An old lullaby song that’s still ringing In my memories yet Sundays we gathered around our grandparent’s table Watching her use that old apron To take hot pans from a cast iron stove To us, no better food could be served Than what Grandmothers’ hands made with love. She gathered eggs, and vegetables from her garden Feeding the chickens with the corn gathered Up in the folds, and the bottom Of that old sackcloth apron she wore . Grandmothers over the years have done the same Though memories fade over time it seems This memory for me is one clear and sweet I look forward to that time we’ll meet In Heaven’s kitchen with loved ones we know Eager to see Grandmother in that old apron she wore. ©?Deborah M Kelly Aug 2021
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