Ode to an Apron

 

Aprons have an amazing history! The word comes from the French naperon which literally translated means a small tablecloth. They have been worn for thousands of years, been made from a variety of materials in hundreds of different designs.

Aprons have long been part of the protective work clothing of men, women, and children. At some points in history the color of a man’s apron even indicated his profession.

Aprons have also been decorative, part of a fashion statement, and even indicated one’s status in the community. Among some groups or cultures, an apron is also part of ceremonial clothing. Here is my newest poem:

Ode to an Apron 

Some say that you are plain

But you are beautiful to me! 

You are my armour.

When I wear you, I’m invincible!

Like a soldier marching into battle

With weapons of vacuum and broom

 I face the foe undaunted

Garbage, laundry, and dishes beware!

 

Some say that you are plain

But you are beautiful to me! 

You are my uniform.

When I wear you, I’m focused.

Planning my work, creating order out of chaos.

Your pockets are deep.

I fill them with the forgotten and the misplaced

Setting the world to rights. 

 

Some say you are plain

But you are beautiful to me! 

You are my artist’s smock.

When I wear you, I create.

Original soups and crunchy salads.

Tempting appetizers and creamy desserts.

Fashioning tasty dishes and delectable delights

To please the eye as well as the palate (palette).

 

Some say you are plain

But you are beautiful to me! 

You are my superhero cape, my cloak of invisibility.

When I wear you, I’m amazing

I can run faster and work harder

Stretch time and money to achieve the impossible

Serve others unseen

And vanquish tears as if by magic.

 

Some say you are plain

But you are beautiful to me!