By Marilyn Jones, Schoolcraft’s Poet Laureate
If a window peeper was peeking in
He’d get a big surprise, and say
“That old lady is putting patches
On her worn-out apron today.”
Years ago, I found that fabric
Covered with musical instruments,
Perfect for talented kids, you see,
I started making an apron for me.
With burgundy bias tape for trim
That apron went together in a jiffy,
Two big pockets would be handy
My sewing skills were quite nifty.
Larry and Michael were skilled on guitars
Nancy on flutes, Laurie on oboe
Ken played percussion in orchestras
I was a busy mom, not so long ago.
How did those years go by so fast?
I’ve worn that apron a lot,
I cooked healthy food for my crew
Attending concerts kept me running too.
Yes, I admit that apron’s getting old
It has seen some better days,
So I sewed on some patches
Sewed up some holes and frays.
I was mending for a couple days
It’s not faded, just worn,
And I’ll wear my apron daily
Until it’s too ragged and torn.
Now I admit, I’m getting old too
But we had some darned good years,
I’ll wear my apron ‘til we’re both worn out
And enter heaven with no tears.
