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Grandma’s Apron

Pies in the oven, every Sunday afternoon
She'd nap in her chair, in her tiny Livingroom
When she'd come to our house, she would bring treats
Oatmeal cookies and tasty chocolate sweets

Grandma’s apron smelled like biscuits, cakes, and pies
Grandma’s apron, caught our tears, every time we cried
Grandma's apron, part of her warm embrace
Grandma’s apron, wrapped around her waist

Pockets full of nickels, tissue and string
She'd have bulbs in her apron, when gardening in spring
If I'd stumble and fall, she had a band-aid for my knee
Grandma would hide in her apron, just what I'd need

Grandma’s apron smelled like biscuits, cakes, and pies
Grandma’s apron, caught our tears, every time we cried
Grandma's apron, part of her warm embrace
Grandma’s apron, wrapped around her waist

To see my grandma in her apron, it would bring a grin
Her Apron was patched and faded, soft and thin
I close my eyes, and I am back in that place at home
Her arms around me, keeping me safe and warm

Grandma’s apron smelled like biscuits, cakes, and pies
Grandma’s apron, caught our tears, every time we cried
Grandma's apron, part of her warm embrace
Grandma’s apron, wrapped around her waist