a blue checkered apron
meant for chores
hung silently on the hook
worn thin, it once
held apples in the fall
stained now with berry juice
peppered with flour
so many pies it had held
cooling in the pie chest
august time found it full
of lion heads, dandelions
collected to make her wine
often it wiped windows clean
and children's tears when hurt
Grandma's arms better
then any band aid
her apron had served
her well overs many seasons
now it was at rest, a job well done
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