I have thought long and hard about what to share today. In the end, I decided to talk about a person who has inspired me greatly in many ways. My Grandma. I'm not sure that any words I write could truly give justice to the grace and beauty that my grandmother displayed throughout her life.
A lot of my interests, values and goals stem from lessons I learned from my grandmother. My desire to cook, bake, be a mother, love my husband, be the keeper of my home, garden and can...all are things that I witnessed in my grandma's life.
Instead of trying to portray my Grandma in words, I am going to share a poem that I found a while ago that reminds me so much of her.
by Tina Trivett
The strings were tied, It was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold, some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.
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