Gramma's Apron (Children)

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 and it rushed to wipe a tear. Got a grain of sand out of your eye, and made a lap for the stories we'd 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.