Dear Joyce: Well, this one really took me back a long ways. I still have one of my grandmother's bib type aprons. I will leave it to one of the girls in my family some day. It is a treasure just like the one in your lovely poem.
Love Betty Lou
Betty Lou Hebert
DearTina, Thanks for the site address, I looked it up and yes surely there are resemblances. I had not read that poem before writing my own. These are all clear memories of my mother and I guess she used her apron in much the way your grandma did, thus the resemblance. I asked that question on a forum once. How can we be sure we aren't recalling a forgotten poem and think it is our own when one inspires us? At that time I was alluding to a poem I had written called, My Sailor Boy which seemed to come from someplace other than my own mind but no one recognized it as any they had ever seen before. However in this case I know exactly where my inspiration originated. It was clearly pictured memories of my own mother and her friendly and versatile apron. Hope to see some of your other works. Love, Joyce
Hi Joyce. Sorry, I didn't mean to infer that you had seen my work. Sorry if it came across that way. I love your poem. I was able to get one of my Grandmothers aprons from my mother. Something I will treasure always.