A DIFFERENT PURPOSE
I wear an apron to keep my clothes tidy and clean,
For I am one of the messiest cooks you have seen,
But my granny’s plan was different, I’ll explain,
As a child the purpose it me seemed quite plain.
She only had four sets of clothes for her to wear,
Two brown dresses, one black, one of blue quite fair,
The purpose of her pretty pinafores as she used to say
Was to always to look clean and neat every single day.
Both brown dresses were shabby, stained and well worn,
To have her buy new dresses made before I was born
Was quite impossible, her answer, a clean pinny works well
And if visitors don not like it they can go and visit . . . . .
In school we made aprons from scraps of older things.
Worn sheet, pillowcases, old curtains colour to them bring.
Granny used to choose the ones she wanted, put them away,
Put on the old stained dresses with an apron close at bay.
Sunday’s she wore the black dress , her church going dress,
It needed washing and she put on an apron not to look a mess,
The minister smiled kindly ignore the fopah with a nice smile
She sat at the front everyone gazed as she walked up the isle.
The blue dress was special, never wore an apron with that
But dressed in her finery like a great queen she nobly just sat,
Christmas, Easter and weddings, maybe harvest festival too.
I wish she had another dress like that, she looked good in blue.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 October 2004
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