From the kitchen


 


Grandma's Apron
by CJ Heck, who live in New Hampshire, USA.




Gramma's gone, but not forgotten
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen.
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.

When Gramma wore her apron
it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.

Saw it shine up Grampa'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,
it rushed to wipe a tear,
got a grain of sand out of your eye,
made a lap for the stories we'd hear

It wiped spills up from the counter top
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.

A little poem from CJ Heck in honour of all the special Grandparents that touch other lives.




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