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Flowers left for Mattie Coberly
This poem was published in the Willow Springs, Missouri newspaper in memory of my mother-in-law Mrs Frank Coberly in 1955.Mom's Apron How dear to my heart was "Mom's" old fashioned apron. It's uses were many and varied in size; For drying of tears and the wiping of noses, For lifting hot pans, from the oven hot pies, Convenient for bringing in eggs from the hen house, For carrying kindling or corn cobs as well, Waved at Papa in the field it said, "come to dinner," Just as plain as did our old dinner bell. It kept her hands warm when departing friends lingered, And the child standing by could hide 'neath its folds. There's something nostalgic about an old apron, the memories of Mom and our home that it holds. How I pity the children whose new fashioned mothers wear practical aprons of plastic so neat. Though they serve the same purpose protected from soil. With mother's old apron they'll never compete.
 Added: Aug. 5, 2013

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