She sewed and cut with snips and clips
until a flour sack, and long thin strips,
Neatly tied round the waist with care
Could tidy up most anywhere.
Now Gramma's gone…to heaven above
but she left the apron; a token of love.
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The year was 1943 when Gramma's apron came to be. With eight grown kids and many grands, she chose the brightest miller brands. Needle, thread; thimble just right, lamplight burning past midnight. Sewing and cutting with snips and clips until a flour sack and long thin strips. Neatly tied round the waist with care could tidy up most anywhere, and wipe away tears from sad wet eyes, bringing smiles instead of sighs. Holding us close when life was young was a heart of gold; legend unsung. Now gone to heaven above she left the apron, a token of love.