A Mother’s apron is a badge of her trade Whether cooking or cleaning or beds to be made Or wipe away a child’s tears while doing other things Or memories of someone untying her apron strings Maybe she picks up toys the children left laying around Maybe she picks up little chicks or a kitten she found Maybe on a walk they picked flowers along the way Maybe she began to bake for the holidays When she puts on her apron to bake Do you expect to find an angel in an Angel cake?
Or a little devil in the deviled eggs Do you think when you eat them your mind might go astray?
The apron she is wearing holds the family together like glue Sharing meals with family and friends that are dear to you I love the memories we are creating together A life time of memories that are shared forever The first apron I do believe Fig leaves sown together for Adam and Eve Theirs were made to cover them that day Today ours are used in a different way.
