The apron is made of blood, sweat, and tears,
with pockets to safely hide away fears,
worn by a mother from the moment she knows
that within her, safely her baby grows.
She wears it out of love and pride,
to keep her children safe by her side,
knowing someday her babes will be grown,
and will leave to raise babes of their own.
Still, those ties she will never sever,
but will loosen them to remain forever.
Love was there from the very start
and binds them forever, heart to heart.
Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Free Domain