Mothers Old Country Apron

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A worn apron, with memories woven in,
Passed down by generations, kin to kin.
A mother's pride, a symbol of care,
A treasured relic, with stories to share.
Stains of love, from countless meals,
Spices and sauces, that made hearts feel.
Recipes handed down, with secrets untold,
In that old country apron, worth its weight in gold.
From dough kneaded with love, for bread so warm,
To pies and cookies, in perfect form.
From soups and stews, that simmered slow,
To dishes that delighted, with flavors that glow.
Through tears and laughter, and endless toil,
That apron witnessed, a mother's loyal moil.
A comforting presence, in the kitchen's heat,
A reminder of a mother's love, so sweet.
Now it's worn and frayed, with the passage of time,
But its value remains, like a precious dime.
For in that old country apron, memories are kept,
Of a mother's love, that never slept.
So cherish that apron, a treasure so rare,
For it holds the essence, of a mother's care.
A legacy of love, that's carried on,
In that old country apron, long after she's gone.