Grandmother's Apron
Gramma's gone but not forgotten,
That's her apron hanging~~there.
It still hangs in Grandpa's kitchen,
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.
When Grandma wore her apron,
It was magical to me.
The pockets held such treasures,
For the grandkids just like me.
Saw it shine up Grandpa's fender once,
Just as pretty as you please.
And it wiped my brother's cheek off,
One time when he sneezed.
It took cookies from the oven,
And rushed to wipe a tear.
Got a grain of sand out of your eye,
Made a lap for her stories to hear.
It wiped spills up from the countertop,
When she was baking pies.
A symbol of her love and care,
And it showed, too, in her eyes.
Sometimes I'm sad to look at it,
When I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma's gone but not forgotten,
That's her apron hanging~~there.
~written by C.J. Heck~
