APRON STRINGS

When I was three
I remember well
Of holding on
for you to tell me
"It's alright,
You are safe
All is well"

Always there the apron strings
pretty pinnies and other things
To bury a head
To feel your hold
a listening ear
letting troubles unfold.

Then in their place,
a salve to pain
As you brushed us off
to start again.

Sometimes ill,
You carried on
Fought for us
In word and deed
Showing Love
That was your creed.

All who meet you
Feel the same
Touched by Joy
and caring ways
We treasure you mum
Through all our days

marion

June 2008