] APRON STRINGS – complete [
It was a somber day that spring;
as we began to sort
through grandma’s closets
full of memories.
The house looked bare
as if the ones left behind did not care
for the house they once shared.
This was far from true
but they all knew it would not be the same
with Mama Kate not there.
Furniture was packed away
weeks ago, and in new homes
all that remained
were boxes of momentos
Tucked away, some still new
wrapped in cloth, or tissue
tiny tiny treasures, faded letters, old photographs -
And each seemed past use.
With these chores, nerves got sore
Kate’s children quarreled about some things
which still remained.
One child waits patiently by
and calmly sighs.
She knew what she wants simple and plain.
She wants the letters, photos and unwanted things.
My Mom sits and sorts shoe boxes full of ’junk’
hat boxes, dress shoes – more in an old trunk.
Beneath all this, folded and put away
were years of aprons and things.
A wave of memory washes across Mom’s face
slowly she reaches for a chair
Then she tells me of the past
This apron carries her back to childhood days.
And powerful memories of those apron strings.
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Apron strings, simple things
grandma’s apron once rested
daily on the coat hook of the kitchen door.
Apron strings, useful things
“kept Mama’s dress clean”
Apron strings, I remember
her folding those apron strings, gently away
when she came to the dinner table.
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Apron strings – “Mama’s apron
caught string beans, fruit and nuts
as she harvested in her garden.”
Apron strings – “Mama’s apron wiped sweat away from her face
while she cooked in the heat of the day
Baking pound cakes, churning milk, and frying chicken.”
Mama’s apron – such a simple tool
she would greet me after school
sitting in a rocker on the porch
fanning herself with that apron.”
Apron strings – “Mama’s taught
the children well; family and neighbor’s
Then one day, it was my turn
to watch and learn.
She put her apron around
my waist; and asked me to help
set the dinner table.”
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Apron strings – grandma knew many things
I miss her still – Of all the momentos that remained
my most powerful memory
is of Mama Kate’s apron.
As I sit here folding those apron strings
to carry with me as I go home.
It’s been nine years
and the memories still brings a tear to my eye
Yes, I remember Mama Kate often
and it is tied to those worn apron strings.
– Cathy Ann Abernathy
weavercat@gmail.com
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