Best Aprons Poems

I remember so well the calico aprons that my Mother wore.
She made them from feed sacks that Father needed no more.
She wore them mainly to keep her pretty dresses pristine,
But she found so many other uses for them in her daily routine.

She used them to...

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I wear an apron when I bake – 
It used to be my mother’s.
I like that old connection, ‘cause
I could be wearing others.

For many years you couldn’t find
An apron anywhere,
Except a plain old white one,
Lacking kitschiness or flair.

When I was younger, housewives had
A kitchen-y collection;
The...

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